Late September Sun

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I want to remember us this way—
late September sun streaming through
the window, bread loaves and golden
bunches of grapes on the table,
spoonfuls of hot soup rising
to our lips, filling us
with what endures.
~Peter Pereira from “A Pot of Red Lentils”

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One thought on “Late September Sun

  1. A happy look back at some wonderful memories of my grandmother’s home where she served Love in her kitchen every day.

    Fall has always been my favorite season. Its earthy colors, pungent odors (especially of burning leaves that we no longer can do), frost on the windows in early morning, migrating birds, making grape jelly, pickles, applesauce, tomatoes and all sorts of relishes and storing them in a cellar pantry. Coming home from school in late afternoon, I remember the aroma from the kitchen that wafted in the air as I turned the corner nearest to our home. In later years, there was the realization that the earth around us would be falling asleep for a time in order to renew and rest so that it could return again in Spring in a burst of newness and hope. Thus, the Creator’s continuing cycle comforts and enriches us.

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