MOTHERS MAKE MEALS
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| Photos from Google |
Simmered slowly, savory stews seem specially soothing since summer vanished. Sibilant sounds of steam somehow stir the air like soft winds: seductive, enticing. Sighs slip from souls seeking solace from winter’s woes. Safety, stillness, serenity, and soon... sleep.
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16 comments:
OH my goodness. That sure is a ton of s-words. )) Very clever, Kay.
I love it!
Very apt for U.S. Thanksgiving week, even though I know you are Canadian. :-)
Beautifully written!
Your photos make me hungry even though it's almost midnight here!
I love food and the change of seasons & you describe describe how they seem to connect to each other and life for us humans quite wonderfully.
the sliding savory sweetness, simmers succulent and sufficient.
... hee... couldn't resist.
Mother's are comfort food in themselves...this is beautiful! :-)
Such comfort to be found in a mother's meal. I'm amazed at how you sustained the alliteration.
This stew is delicious...a simple recipe, after all... beautifully done!
This is clever. At the moment, I have something savoury simmering in the crock pot, it is snowing today, and I totally relate to every word!
Now I've learnt a few new S words Kay and you've got my mind racing thinking of more. great post about two of my favourite things - food and words! xx
Simply scintillating prose, er, proetry...
How creative! A stew of substance! 8-)
What a feast for the senses! Wonderful. :-)
Poetic prose for pots and pans! *smiles*
Superb alliteration. And lovely thoughts.
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