It’s a blustery, snowy day.
Days like this call for something special to eat – in this case, cherry pie. No
need to go to a grocery store. We have everything needed. Dennis brought a
quart of cherries from the basement freezer. I made the pie.
When it cooled, we cut two
pieces. With his first bite Dennis exclaimed, “Three pits.” Oops! Whoever
pitted these cherries (we can’t recall which one of us) missed a few.
I took three bites.
And a couple more…
Almost finished…
And done.
Poor pitting turned out to
be a good thing, though. We had to savor every bite, checking for pits.
Sometimes it takes a few pits to make us slow down and enjoy the moment.
Copyright 2015 by Shirley Domer
1 comment:
That's pretty funny, and a good lesson!
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