Musings of an Italian-American Catholic wife, mother, and writer

Musings of an Italian-American Catholic wife, mother, and writer

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Twenty-four hours ...

 
That's how long this bowl of fruit lasted.
 
I've spent a good portion of my summer buying fruit, storing fruit, washing fruit, carving fruit, dicing fruit ...
and then watching it disappear.

 
 

1 comment:

Suburban Correspondent said...

24 hours? That would be a long time around here!