I made myself a salad a few days ago. Nothing spectacular. Just some leaves (basil, spinach, chives and rocket) from my garden. To that I added sliced, raw patty pans from Leon's farm. Also from his produce, some baby tomatoes that I had sundried and preserved in olive oil, store bought lettuce for bulk and a couple of black olives.
As I was picking and slicing, I remembered my delight at receiving some of the herb plants as Christmas gifts and I marvelled at how nicely they took to their new sunny spot in my garden. Patty pans are lovely added raw to salads and I felt blessed to have such an abundance of them because of the good crop on the farm.
I assembled it all in a bowl that I had made many years ago when I was in my bonsai bowl making stage. I put it onto the old wooden dining room table, beautifully restored by George a while ago. It stood bathed in a pool of late-afternoon sunshine. Perfect lighting for natural light picture taking, I thought.
Why all this detail about a very simple meal? Because somehow the elements were anything but ordinary, even in their simplicity. I felt deep satisfaction, and a even deeper sense of inner worthiness at being able to put such a spread together.
I'm sure that is what God feels as He puts this world together. Good.
Matilda
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