Early evening.
I sit out on the back steps, letting the last of the Autumn light run down over my shoulders. In the yard, under the canopy of the old oak, bronze leaves come loose from the branches. Float and spin down slow.
A mixing bowl of cool water rests between my knees, and under the surface, wrist-deep, I break open the husk of a pomegranate and watch the bright red bleed out:
Ruby arils.
White pith.
And I suppose there’s some quiet truth I could puzzle out here, if I wanted — something about brokenness and beauty. The way the most precious part lies hidden beneath the skin, glittering in the dark, waiting for the peeling back of the layers.
But today, for now, I don’t want to pin the meaning down into words.
So instead I sit very still and soak in this last warm sun on my skin.
I sweep the white pith from the surface.
Throw it out.
Cup the arils like tiny rubies in my palm.
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This moment, I tell myself: This.
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I lift my hand to my lips…
Eat.
For today, this moment is enough. β€
I’ve only ever had a pomegranate twice in my life, once a couple of months ago and once as a child. I quite like the taste. I was a little confused the first time I ever tried one, however, because I was told to eat the bit I’d expected to throw away and throw away the bit I’d expected to eat.
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Aren’t they such an interesting fruit?! I can’t imagine what you must have thought. π
Twice is such a small number … Have another, for sure! π
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Well, I’d mostly seen fruit like watermelons or small oranges, so I had the idea that the red bits of a pomegranate were the pips and should be thrown away.
You’re right, though. Twice isn’t really enough. If I see them in the supermarket next time I’m there, I’ll buy another couple. π
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Do!! I love them in a fall salad or a yogurt parfait, or scattered over cranberry French toast with candied pecans. π
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Wow, there are a lot of sophisticated ways to have them. I was just going to eat them with a spoon. Haha! I feel a bit of a caveman now. The yoghurt parfait sounds particularly nice. I might try that way, I think.
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Nothing wrong with the caveman method either. π
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Ug ug!
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This one took me back about 65 years: http://derrickjknight.com/2012/05/29/the-bees/
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What a beautiful and fascinating set of memories! I love that you shared them with me.
I think you’ve had a full and rich life, Derrick. π
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Many thanks, Ashley
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Aaw, so beautiful. Everything you touch becomes…gold.
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What an absolutely lovely thing to say…
Thank you, beautiful lady. β€
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Beautiful…
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Thank you!!
Some days I see beauty everywhere I look. It’s a pleasure to share it.
Kind of you to take the time to comment. Enjoy your day!! π
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Where I used to work there was a guy struggling to complete a crossword, he had obviously gone wrong somewhere, so I had a look at it. One of the clues was ‘Shop that sells fruit and vegetables’. Instead of Greengrocers, he had out Pomegranate. (!) Another faux pas was where he had misread Pigs as Pips, so instead of seeds had put swine.
He was a likeable guy-he questioned my vegetarianism when he saw that I was eating mushrooms. He thought they were off a pig π
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Oh heavens!!
Your comments always make me smile. What a strange and funny memory.
Mushrooms are absolutely magical, & I question the sanity of anyone who doesn’t eat them. π
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Mushrooms are my favourite food. Maybe because I’m such a fun guy…funghi?…sorry, I shall desist.
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Such a class clown, Andy. π
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Yep π
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They are such a treat! For sure a treasure hunt but the jewels are so delicious. Love this post!
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Aw, thank you lovely.
I happen to really enjoy certain foods that demand a lot of effort for a small, glisteningly ephemeral reward.
Both artichokes and pomegranates fall in that category for me. And they’re beautiful to boot!! Made for your gorgeous paintings. π
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Juicy. Glorious. We shouldn’t just eat with our mouths. We eat with our eyes.
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Mmmm… Girl you’re making me hungry!! π
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Never had a Pomegranate…
Now on my Shopping List!
Thanks for the lovely essay/poem. Made my morning.
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They’re strange and beautiful and lovely. The rails are perfectly crunchy, so they pair well with soft foods that need some tartness and texture. One of my favorites!
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Love the images and your words have a restful affect on this reader. The trouble is I am now setting off to find Pomegranates, in Irish Supermarkets in December a tough task indeed.
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I hope you find some, Maria! Are they a summer fruit where you are? I associate them so strongly with Fall here…
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I apologise for not replying, internet is off in our house due to poor broadband in area, but they are very hard to get, they are not a native fruit so we depend on supermarkets to import them.
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Brilliant and beautiful.
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You crafted a beautiful message. Both in words and images. Thank you for contributing.
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Thank you for that… π It’s always my pleasure to share, and to meet kind people like you who respond.
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Hi, I’m new to WordPress, and just came across your blog, just wanted to say that your writing is beautiful. It’s amazing to see someone being so true to themselves…:)
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Thank you for that … You encouraged me today.
And welcome to WordPress! It’s a great community — hope you like it here! π
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A moment a day keeps the doctor at bay?
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But of course. π
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Many, many moments of bliss and peace then.
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π
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