Here I am communing with some leeks that Daddy is about to cook up into a delicious dish.
Tonight I was sitting in front of the picture window in the living room, watching a storm die down, and eating some pasta. I offered some to Mommy and to clarify the recipient, said, "Mommy," Mommy said, "No, Lola eat it." I ate it, then hesitated for a second. I picked up another noodle, offered it out toward the window, and clarified, "Wind." Mommy smiled and responded, "The wind doesn't eat, Lola. The wind BLOWS." I pursed my lips and made the blowing sound, and she did too. At least we can honor the wind, even if we can't offer it food! Love, LK
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