A Bright Sunny South…

“Dad?” I asked over the phone. “Are you at home?” “I sure am,” my father replied cheerily over his cellphone.  “I didn't have to work this morning.” Dad can still be kind of wary about what I will ask, though, and I could hear it in his voice. “Will you put out my Cokes, cigarettes, and my two Helen to-go plates?” I asked impetuously. “I will have them out on the porch in a few moments,” my father replied. I noted what a beautiful day it was south of the Mason Dixon line this morning as I drove to my parent’s house.  The trees are literally about to burst open with new leaves any day now. Daffodils are in bloom everywhere with their splash of yellow and orange glory. The redbud trees will be the next denizen of nature to bloom – what a scraggly looking tree to put on such a beautifully splendid and pinkish red spring show every year. Gimme Some of that Soul Food… Maggie watched on from the couch as I sat in my recliner watching television as I ate.  It is about the only time I will watch television these days except for when my father comes over at night. Maggie was very adroitly reminding me that she was hungry as well. “You wouldn’t eat it if I gave it to you,” I told Maggie as I downed my summer squash and onions and then moved on to the creamed potatoes.  Steamed broccoli in lemon butter sauce was next.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - March 8, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs