On its outer surface time is vulnerable to transience. Regardless of its sadness or beauty, each day empties and vanishes. In its deeper heart, time is transfiguration. Time minds possibility and makes sure that nothing is lost or forgotten. That which seems to pass away on the surface of time is in fact transfigured and housed in the tabernacle of memory.
~ John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
If we were having coffee, tea, or any of a host of other beverages, it would be lovely to see you again. Come on in! Let’s go to the kitchen to have our coffee, tea, or whatever you’d like to drink. There are snacks, too. Hummus, pita, vegetables, pickles, olives, and a plate of freshly fried green tomatoes. M cooked them up for lunch. For many years we used my mother’s fried green tomato recipe which was very simple. Dredge the green tomato slices in a mixture of flour, salt, and pepper, fry in some oil until golden brown, and then sprinkle with parmesan cheese. A couple of years ago M came up with his own variation which includes a little cornmeal and adding the parm to the flour-cornmeal mixture. The cornmeal and cheese add a bit more crunch.
Help yourself, and when we finish in the kitchen, let’s head outside for a walk through the woods and out to the dock. I have some to-go cups we can use if you’d like to take your beverage with you. It’s a little cool so you’ll need a jacket or a sweatshirt, but there is plenty of sunshine to keep us warm as we sit on the bench on the dock watching the tide come in or go out. I’m not sure which it will be. I haven’t been paying attention to the tides today.
How are you? What have you been up to lately? Have you traveled anywhere? Visited with friends and/or family? Gone on any good walks or hikes? Gotten lost or found or both? Have you read any good books or seen any good movies?
I think I’ve been through a couple of books since our last coffee chat, and the last movie I was watched was The Punk Singer, a documentary about Kathleen Hanna, an activist and musician, lead singer of the punk rock band Bikini Kill. She is the original “riot grrrl.” It’s a good film. I think I found it through a list of twenty films every woman (or was that feminist?) should see.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you some sad news, something I’ve been having trouble putting into words because I’m still in shock. A good, much-loved friend, G, died suddenly last Sunday morning. M and G have been friends since they were tots (4-years-old), and M was his best man when G married J. (Apologies for the alphabet soup. I’m not good at assigning other names to people.) G would have been best man at our wedding except he was unable to attend (duty and distance interfered). I have not known G and his wife as long as M has, only 40 years to his 50+, but I’ve come to love them too. We, and many others, have been reeling (heartbroken) from the loss of this wonderful man — son, brother, husband, father, friend, musician, and so much more. There will be two services for him, one in the state where he was born and grew up, and one in the state he made his home. We will be attending both. We did get a chance to stop by and sit with J, G’s wife, on the day he died. My heart goes out to her, to their daughter, to G’s family.
If we were having coffee, tea, or something else to drink, I would change the subject before I begin to cry, and tell you about the gardens which are winding down for the season. We picked what might be the last of the ripe tomatoes, and I put one in a salad we had for lunch today. I cut the tomato and before sliding it into the salad, I picked up a small piece and put it in my mouth. The flavor was concentrated, as if all of summer had ripened into that one juicy, delicious tomato. It was a burst of goodbye, a flare of farewell until-we meet-again in another season.
The zinnias and the morning glories have continued to hang on in spite of a couple of frosts. The butterflies have gone wherever they go this time of year. I did see a dragonfly sunning himself today which was a surprise. We haven’t had a freeze yet, and that’s allowed the vegetables to keep going for a while. The Swiss Chard is in it’s glory, enjoying the cooler temperatures, and we have been eating that quite frequently. I keep thinking I should put in some kale and spinach. Maybe some lettuce. But haven’t had the energy to get around to it this week.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that M and I are planning to go hiking tomorrow to do a little leaf peeping here on the Eastern Shore. The colors here seem muted in comparison to what we saw up in the Poconos of Pennsylvania a few weeks ago, but that doesn’t detract from their beauty. I think we’ll go hiking somewhere around the Pocomoke River, but a final decision hasn’t been made yet. There is a pond in one of the state parks that I love to visit in the fall when the dogwoods and bald cypress trees are aflame with autumn colors.
If we were having coffee or tea or some other beverage, I would ask if you’d mind if we sit here quietly for a little while, and listen to the wind, the water, and the birds.
If we were having coffee, I would thank you for visiting with me today. Please feel free to stay awhile. Sunset is at 5:59 PM this evening. Maybe we’ll go down to the Point to watch. You’re welcome to join us. In the meantime, I need to scoot inside and start working on tonight’s dinner. I have a big, beautiful bunch of broccoli rabe, and it takes a little while to wash it up and get it prepped for cooking. We’ll have it with pasta, which is a favorite around here.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be.
This post is in response to Part Time Monster’s #WeekendCoffeeShare. Thank you to Diana for hosting it. Also, a big congratulations for the #WeekendCoffeeShare being featured on WordPress’s Daily Post. So glad to see it being shared among the rest of the community! Put the kettle on, start the coffee maker, open a bottle of wine, or whatever your preference is, and join us. I’d love to hear all about what you were up to this week.