

When I first paid attention to the Corn Islands, I felt an affection for them as they sound much like the island I live on now. Like Culebra, they are jewels that are slowly being discovered, with small populations. Fifty miles offshore, they are as vulnerable as they are wonderfully isolated. While they have been through much worse than Ida, it just doesn't take much on small islands to make a mess. Keep the people of Central America in your thoughts today, Ida isn't done yet.
I always have this urge to tip her up just a little bit more so I can see what I can't see.

One of the last of this batch of papayas, brighter than the sun


If you aren't familiar with M.F.K. Fisher, and you have any interest in food and reading and writing and life, you should get to know her. She wrapped a few dozen lives into one, but broadly, she was a culinary writer who considered food one facet of life's pleasures, one tine of the fork of a spaghetti twirl. I came across one of her quotes yesterday that brought me to word love anew. "Probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg before it is broken." As Gail used to do when hot on sharing a point of view, I must poke you hard in the arm and say, "Am I right? Am I right?" Does Ms. Fisher not nail it? I believe she does.
Start practicing; have a thankful Thursday.
Start practicing; have a thankful Thursday.