Artichokes of Love

Sometimes, an artichoke is just an artichoke. Sometimes, though, it's so much more.

And yesterday, it was. See, it's been a rough go of late in this little girl's world (see, even that wording should tell you something - I have been feeling awfully small and fragile) and even a small thing like a lunch treat of one of our favorite produce products, fire-roasted

Artichokies!

yumminess! Artichokes of happiness. Once again, the Sweet Man knew just what to get for a brief dose of happiness, in the form of food. Just for a moment . . . 

Love was food, and food was love, and all was ok in the world. Of course, there was more to it - we had a quesadilla too (kidding! even though we did have a tasty one) - no, seriously, we were us, and the sun was out and for a few minutes and hours, problems, real, serious ones were set aside, and life seemed ok. It would all come back quickly enough, but the artichokes brought a little peace. Sometimes you have to take peace where you can get it, for as long as you can have it. And be grateful for it.

Till the next artichokes of love . . .

Yours,
Love Bites,
Carrie Neal