I am sitting at my kitchen table writing this blog. I am listening to the theme music from the movie, Cinema Paradiso. The dog is lying on the bench to my left, practically snoring after a jaunt in the woods and to my right the window opens out onto the sky and the last chink of orange sky, a sliver of the day that was, a temporary beauty, to be savoured. On the countertop a wire baking tray, blackened from use and that what belonged to my mother, holds a batch of brown scones, wrapped in a muslin cloth, cooling, straight out of the oven - that tray must have held thousands of baked goodies over the last eighty years. When she died I did not want for much, I only treasured the things that she had given me when she was alive, the tray is one of them........the day is closing in, the day of a mild fresh breeze, the day of meeting my friend Liz at the store and spontaneously going for coffee, talking about life and what it all means. Tonight I will prepare fresh Sea Bass for dinner with lemons and fresh thyme and we will eat and share our day and celebrate, maybe not openly but inside of ourselves, we will quietly be glad that there is food on the table and thankful of what life has dealt us, of what we have come to be, as we divide the fish, its silver scales shining on our plates.