One afternoon, my husband and I drove to buy firewood and to the produce stand. Our mission was to bring back some corn on the cob for dinner. We followed the signs to the market eventually finding tables laden with tomatoes, cantelope, onions, corn, and pears. I was impressed with the friendliness of the young woman watching the stand. She told us that her grandmother was in hospital in a nearby city. She gave us a free muskmelon as it had a soft spot and couldn't be sold. In this small town, people take the time to enjoy the company of other folks.
In the short lunch break I have at the flower shop, I scarf down my lunch, more to keep my brain cells working than to enjoy the food. Imagine my pleasure when I could sit down and slowly savor every bite while we were on vacation. Little things like going to the spigot for water, and then heating it and doing dishes were most pleasant. Hanging towels to dry, removing them from the line because of the rain, hanging them back on once the storm had moved on. My vacation was a return to a simpler, less frantic life style.
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