Satisfaction

I spent an afternoon and evening with a friend, reading, studying, discussing, clarifying, and just talking - then eating such delicious food! Simple, direct, hot food cooked in the oven for hours, to get the potatoes soft and the butternut squash even softer - almost a gravy for the meat. Her homemade sourdough bread's crust crunched in our mouths, surrounding the soft, yielding middle that we'd slicked with butter. 

We sat in her warmly lit living room, eating, laughing, then reading Robert Frost poetry. One from our evening's readings stuck in  my mind, and here it is for you.

Peril of Hope

It is right in there

betwixt and between

the orchard bare

and the orchard green,

when the boughs are right 

in a flowery burst

of pink and white, 

that we fear the worst.

For there's not a clime

but at any cost

will take that time

for a night of frost.

Lovely, lovely Robert Frost.