My mother-in-law’s kitchen held a certain country charm. Red and white checkered curtain over wooden shutter blinds. Chicken décor occupied every available space. It also held a lot of warmth. Warmth in the way her easy smile and soft eyes greeted anyone who entered. And in the way visiting meant waking up to the smell of coffee, the sound of bacon sizzling in a pan. My mouth would water before I ever made it to the kitchen where we’d pile our plates with crispy bacon, biscuits with homemade gravy, the softest, fluffiest scrambled eggs, and fresh fruit salads of peach, strawberry and kiwi. I miss her breakfasts and the love she poured into them.
Early morning sun
mixes with palette of love
and warm summer winds.
dVerse – heating up the kitchen on Haibun Monday.