I had a slice of cinnamon toast with butter this morning. When I was a child, that was something special, and I remember it every time I watch the butter melting.
Simplicity turned into philosophy turned in to poetry...lovely thought, lovely flow (!) of words and ideas, really nice description, and you know, I think you are so right...
Wow, you took butter and made it AWESOME.
ReplyDeleteThanks Julia!!!
DeleteI !love! toast like that :-D
ReplyDeleteAlso, this is a small thing, but I think a short poem suits your subject matter perfectly, Dana. Well, well done!
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DeleteIt's hard to think of anything better than hot toast with butter melting into it. Comfort on a plate.
ReplyDeleteIt's the best!
DeleteI had a slice of cinnamon toast with butter this morning. When I was a child, that was something special, and I remember it every time I watch the butter melting.
ReplyDeleteCinnamon toast is the best!! It's one of my favorite snacks to make!
DeleteThat reminds me of childhood. :)
DeleteYour poem is a treat!
DeleteYes! Butter is a food to be celebrated.
DeleteThank you!
DeleteAs they say ... everything is better with butter...
ReplyDeleteMost definitely!!
Delete"simple pleasures are best"
ReplyDeleteWe often forget about the little things!
DeleteSimplicity turned into philosophy turned in to poetry...lovely thought, lovely flow (!) of words and ideas, really nice description, and you know, I think you are so right...
ReplyDeleteThank you very much! I appreciate that!!
DeleteI think you're one of the few that sees the metaphor here!
DeleteSometimes the simplest things are the most wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThey absolutely are! It grounds us in a way!
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