Memory on the Menu
Which good memories are better – the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze? “What do you think, Pomi?” “ What I think?… Continue reading
Which good memories are better – the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze? “What do you think, Pomi?” “ What I think?… Continue reading
Mid January and there in the garden wearing turquoise Bermudas, his yoga mat tucked under his arm, was Pomi. ” Why don’t you join me?” he offered as soon as he saw me.… Continue reading
“Would you like an orange?” ” No thank you! Are you sure that’s an orange. It’s green. You shouldn’t have picked it.” ” You know Pomi, a ripe orange does not have to… Continue reading
Another hot summer morning. Pomi is very silent these days. I set up a little pool for him and floating in the water in a sandwich box my little crochet darling lounges the… Continue reading
” Can I help you Mr. Pomi?” ” I am looking for my cap.” ” In my chest of drawers?” ” I’ve looked everywhere else.” ” Darling, that’s my ….”. Pomi did not… Continue reading
The following day I woke up very early. It was still dark outside but the air was filled with bird song. They sing louder in the morning, maybe because there are less competing… Continue reading
” We need to buy a camera for me, I want to take pictures.” ” Oh yes, WE! really need to do that. In the meantime: what are you doing with MY camera?” … Continue reading
” There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you!” I found my little crochet guy lying in a makeshift hammock. ” Why? What do you… Continue reading