28 December 2009
At home today
This wooden bowl has sat on the coffee table my parents' most-used common room for as long as I can remember. Since I was a small child, I have enjoyed the ritual of "nut cracking."
As I write this, I am enjoying a freshly cracked hazelnut, sipping on some wine (47lb. rooster!!!), and talking to Mom & Dad about the friendship between Thomas Jefferson and John Adams, as the snow continues outside.
By the way, burned on the side of the wooden bowl is the passage ...
When wintry winds
Blow fierce and cold
Nuts are cracked
And stories told.