and the ambrosia
Davis Point, Shell "Island", Courtney Point is what I see out my window between layers of scaffolding, and
pelicans flapping by to flop, crash, not fiercely like an osprey dive, into the Bay for breakfast. Haven't seen an osprey here lately, and the ospreys are gone, annual migration from the beloved nest at Boulder Fairgrounds, I suppose our ospreys also have headed far south for their wintering over. This has been a wintering over home for many Snowbird friends, and I miss seeing them and enjoying their friendship in the churches I served where they were half the congregation in season. Grace & StT & Trinity including priests for way up North and Canada.
Coffee chat lying in bed this morning, holiday memories, once a year on the table for Thanksgiving dinner, aspic salad a long forgotten favorite of half a century ago and more. At Linda's family home in Birmingham, sweet potato whipped up by the servants, served in an orange half, with marshmallow melted on top. And my question, what about the orange that was scooped out? it was the basis for ambrosia, delicacy of delicacies, that included coconut shaved by the servants (you can buy it now), cherries, ... Desserts, pumpkin pie, and wasn't there pecan pie, and the ambrosia. On our walks into the fall of each year, Robert and I used to reminisce about the Thanksgiving tablefest we loved growing up with our mothers, his favorite was the ambrosia. Mine? the oyster dressing. And then at Christmas there was always a memorable spread of homemade candies.
The heat is abominable, wasn't there a Time, about from Labor Day, after school started in the fall, when we walked to school in cool autumn, leaves turning? Memories of it put butterflies in my stomach this morning. Massalina Bayou to Hamilton Avenue to Cove School. Reading and writing and 'rithmatic ...
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pelicans flapping by to flop, crash, not fiercely like an osprey dive, into the Bay for breakfast. Haven't seen an osprey here lately, and the ospreys are gone, annual migration from the beloved nest at Boulder Fairgrounds, I suppose our ospreys also have headed far south for their wintering over. This has been a wintering over home for many Snowbird friends, and I miss seeing them and enjoying their friendship in the churches I served where they were half the congregation in season. Grace & StT & Trinity including priests for way up North and Canada.
Coffee chat lying in bed this morning, holiday memories, once a year on the table for Thanksgiving dinner, aspic salad a long forgotten favorite of half a century ago and more. At Linda's family home in Birmingham, sweet potato whipped up by the servants, served in an orange half, with marshmallow melted on top. And my question, what about the orange that was scooped out? it was the basis for ambrosia, delicacy of delicacies, that included coconut shaved by the servants (you can buy it now), cherries, ... Desserts, pumpkin pie, and wasn't there pecan pie, and the ambrosia. On our walks into the fall of each year, Robert and I used to reminisce about the Thanksgiving tablefest we loved growing up with our mothers, his favorite was the ambrosia. Mine? the oyster dressing. And then at Christmas there was always a memorable spread of homemade candies.
The heat is abominable, wasn't there a Time, about from Labor Day, after school started in the fall, when we walked to school in cool autumn, leaves turning? Memories of it put butterflies in my stomach this morning. Massalina Bayou to Hamilton Avenue to Cove School. Reading and writing and 'rithmatic ...
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