No tuna for the cats this week.  These are the first of the season and Social Security only stretches so far.  Time for homemade strawberry shortcake with real cream.

Fifty years ago you kissed Estee Lauder Swiss Strawberry off my lips.  When all the kids had measles, you picked tiny wild berries and put them in my great-grandmother’s Satsuma teacup.  At your passing, my world turned red.  How would I get by alone?

This evening for supper, fresh hot biscuits, sugar-topped and brown, will pillow an old woman’s memories.   The cats will have the cream.

Spring cleaning for this blog!  Once a week, I plan to post a photo and write a story that has nothing to do with me or the photo.  Artist’s exercise:  take a photo, print it, and live with it for a week until it tells a story.