Visiting my brothers in Indiana, the 3 of us went hunting for paw-paws. In an hour, we found 5.
My brothers were generous enough to give me the 2 ripe ones. Oh, my. I haven't tasted a paw-paw in decades. Maybe this paw-paw is the last one i will ever eat in this lifetime.
I tried to savor each and every bite, each and every breath that brought that familiar smell to my nostrils.
Savoring every moment as if it's the last. Because it is.
Monday, October 3, 2016
Picking Paw-Paws
Labels:
brothers,
generosity,
Indiana,
mindful eating,
paw-paw,
savoring,
smell
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