“Dogs leave paw prints on our hearts.” – Unknown
To say that this week has been a rough one would be an understatement. I was working on this post earlier in the week with my precious Willow laying at my feet. I am finishing this post without her. Her death was very much unexpected and it has left a torrent of grief. My youngest son keeps asking to watch heaven. He has become so insistent on seeing Willow in heaven that he has started to bring me random DVD’s asking me if she is on this one. Each time he asks it opens the wound new.
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not weakness, but power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.” – Washington Irving
The bitter scent rising from my coffee cup is deceiving because it really is a light bold coffee. The taste is buttery and smooth with subtle hints of caramel. Top this blend off with the slight hint of sweeter, whatever kind you use, and it travels across the palate beautifully.
As I am sitting here sipping I am admiring my new plant. It has several thin stalks reaching up from the damp soil. It has the kind of rubber looking leaves that at first glance make you wonder if it is real or a plastic plant. However, this one is real. It has a few light brown, almost tan, bean shaped objects cracking off of new leave shoots around the bottom of the foliage. I was instantly mesmerized by this plant in a small silver bucket marked “Quality Premium COFFEE.” My new coffee plant has been something of a conversation piece this last few weeks.
This little plant will eventually reach about 5 feet because it will be grown indoors. If we lived in a tropical climate it could reach 10 feet outside. Anyway, in 4 to 6 years this fascinating little shrub will produce coffee beans.
If we were having coffee I would tell you that I just had a short piece of non-fiction accepted for publication in The Quarterly. My piece will be coming out in their summer edition. The Quarterly is the magazine of RCMP Veteran’s Association and it has been around since 1933. I am very excited about a piece of my writing being included in their magazine.
With news on the writing front covered, I would also share with you that my youngest son turned 4. The coffee cups are piling up, or should I say that the time is flying by. Age 3 was a challenge. I am curious to see what year 4 will bring because it has certainly come in like a lion. On that note, I am lead back to writing. This “in like a lion” idea brought a new writing inspiration to me and I am working on a short piece inspired by “my wild child.” I’ll will keep you posted on that item.
I can feel a chill starting to creep into the last few sips of my coffee. I would like to finish this cup without having to put it in the microwave 9 thousand times so I am going to turn the coffee pot over to you to hold. What is your coffee news?
By Shari Marshall – 2017