24 September 2012

Why I Love my Honey

Because not only did he do the food shopping, but when he returned home, he presented the last of the season's, super ripe figs in a lovely white bowl with a large, green leaf underneath them.


Love that man!
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14 comments:

  1. Mental P Mama24 September, 2012 21:53

    Ahhhhhhh.

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  2. Anonymous24 September, 2012 22:46

    Pretty great! k.

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  3. Rosaria Williams24 September, 2012 23:26

    Does he know that a plate of fig is most symbolic?

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    1. Grandmother Mary25 September, 2012 13:09

      No, nor do I. What's the symbolism? They were so good- melted in my mouth.

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  4. Mary25 September, 2012 01:47

    I am impressed.

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    1. Grandmother Mary25 September, 2012 13:10

      Me too. It's those little things that mater so much.

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  5. DJan25 September, 2012 05:21

    Beautiful! And gracefully presented, too. I can see why... :-)

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  6. Ruth25 September, 2012 11:25

    Perfection. It is clear that he loves you too.

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    1. Grandmother Mary25 September, 2012 14:09

      He does and shows it in so many ways. I'm blessed.

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  7. Claudia25 September, 2012 17:01

    smiles...so lovely of him..the figs look wonderful..

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    1. Grandmother Mary25 September, 2012 18:36

      Figs here are some little gift of the gods to softly sweeten our tongues.

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