Rubies

I stirred long.

Strawberries simmered slow.

My Beloved and I were producing jam. He sang. I stirred.

Now summer's rubies lined up in jars.

I had been gathering gems all day. Steam full of summer. Songs echoing in the kitchen. Rubies glowing in jars. Laughter and kisses. Satisfied sighs of children spreading red on slices.

I am too often engaged or preoccupied to count the gems. I am too dull to gather the gifts of the day.

If only I would simmer slow.

Mine the rubies.

Gather the treasures.

Stir long in this pot of experience.

Delight is found here. In the simple. In the gathering.

I spread rubies and take a bite.

Ahh, delicious!