a co-worker just confided that i am a better cook
than a colleague who considers herself an expert in the field.
much surprised, i didn't think in my year tenure
i had shared enough of my kitchen
to make an impression.
apparently it is the simple things,
that count in life.
i am reminded of the old lady
giving instructions to the young housewife,
to make good butter you must first have a
good brown or mouse-colored cow.
and never feed it turnips.
i won't go through the entire list of thou shalts.
but it must be true
when we shine heart on the fruits of our labors
they will in turn nourish and enrich
the hearts that love us.