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Urania scrolled the comments from yesterday’s love letter. “It seems.. some of our readers have an ardent distaste for rhubarb.”
“But… why?” Thalia was standing on her head. Her heels rested against the patio doors. “It’s so beautiful… with its regal greens and reds. Just look at those crinkly leaves… scalloped like one of my favorite skirts.”
“Rhubarb is very tart,” Cal offered. “I suspect the aversion has more to do with taste than appearance.”
“Well… Have they tried Typist’s rhubarb squares with their yummy shortbread crust and a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream?” Thalia asked. “I’m sure it would sway their opinion… Or, scones! Typist’s crumbly rhubarb scones made with cornmeal!”
“To each — his or her own,” said Cal. “As the saying goes… There are many desserts in the top lit display case… or books on the library shelves. Embrace the ones that intrigue you, or that you love. Leave the rest for somebody else.”
A word from Typist:
#cancergift
Wisconsin has catapulted into 80 degree temperatures. The past two mornings I have walked without any covering on my bald head. The breeze on my bare scalp feels amazing! Without C, I’d never have experienced the pleasure.
Also, flittering around like a baby bird opened the door to connection with one of my neighbors who called out to me, “I’m in the same boat as you!”
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“I have colon cancer,” he replied.
Over the exuberant barking of our fourlegs, we talked for a few minutes about our respective challenges. What’s life without challenges?
Other news that seems relatable…
In a conversation with a friend this week he mentioned that he had real work to do after a weekend of deep connection with family.
I asked, “Isn’t building and maintaining deep relationships your real work?” He agreed that it is… and sometimes there is payment involved.
What is your real work?
One more thing…
The muses and I are over the moon at the blossoming conversations happening in comments. Thank you!
Rhubarb pie with vanilla bean ice cream on top might tempt me. Maybe.
Last things first. Yes! Over the moon indeed!! I count myself as quite fortunate have found myself in the collective midst of 3mm. As if I went for a morning walk with dog and suddenly found myself in Mesopotamia! I remember that region being called “The Fertile Crescent.” Fertile minds as well as agricultural fertility? And the 3mm community really is one of fertile minds. Perhaps gardens, too, typist?
Now back to the beginning. I saw no sign of strawberries of any kind. June or otherwise. I personally believe it’s a conspiracy of nature for rhubarb to flourish before the strawberries bear fruit. It would take a highly skewed proportion of vanilla bean ice cream to counter the tartness. Is chocolate syrup allowed? I called rhubarb “red celery” as a kid, but my tongue was not convinced.
I liked your keen observation about the breeze on your bald head. That triggered the thought I might soon share that same experience with you! Over the last 10+ years I’ve parted with various patches of flesh on my head and face from disavowal of sunscreen. Some have been basal cell carcinoma. Now I am feeling new bumps here and there on my scalp under cover (mostly) of my hair. My next visit demands I set vanity aside, along with all my hair for the time being, to afford full visual access. Then off to the breezes!
So thanks for your heart and skills for community building, and this one that has resulted. Best wishes for your neighbor!
CURE!