A Plate's Tale
There’s a mess in the kitchen. The table, cluttered too. In the back room, an explosion of flowers, tiny clippings of foraged petals and stems weave a summery blanket on nearly every surface.
We are sitting down in the living room, smiling and sipping the final cocktail of the evening. A much needed goodbye-guests, dreary-eyed-mess, I’m-too-spent-to-taste nightcap of diluted Pimm’s leftovers.
We begin to recall the happening’s of the evening. Sitting now as audience to our own creation, the soft wilt of the bouquet and the piled-high plates tell their stories. We reminisce with them, a remedy to the purge of creative energy.