Good Morning!

While de-cluttering, I came across this poem by Charles Simic.

It was in an Eating Well magazine.

I liked everything about it -- the words, the image, the invitation.

So, I decided to share it with you.

We are going to serve a late lunch

For a few close friends in the garden.

We'll start with a cold squid salad,

A pot of black and green olives,

And a loaf of homemade bread to wipe

The garlic and the oil off our plates

Between the sips of the yellow wine.

And if some bird graciously assents

To sing for us after the grilled lamb,

The cheeses and the wild blueberries,

We'll raise our glasses and toast

The golden light between the leaves,

The shadows on the lawn, lengthening,

And keep them raised till the song is over.

~Charles Simic

Wishing YOU well and much joy!