Sweet Corn and Cairo. Hmn.
I've been thinking about those two things all day (well, between counting money, and the next chapter of FLIPPED by WendelinVanDroanen, and smiles and frustrations, and a really cool photosynthesis lab).
My mouth watered when thinking of the long wait till the first appearance of those new ears of deliciousness wrapped in silky threads, waiting (it seems just) for me to devour.
And of that somewhat curious love of all things ancient, and buried, and Egyptian... and eventually just things old. Treasures waiting to be discovered. Claimed. Maybe even restored. Brought Home.
Waiting and New Life.
Glorious treasure and belief in the eternal.
Such a wonderful gift, with such a perfect name for this season of waiting.
A season of a Gift given, and received.
And still we wait.
Only time will tell what treasures may be unburied here.
Thank you, dear friend.
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