Today’s letter is “P”. And being a nurse, well…you know where my first thoughts of what to blog about went! But, to everyone’s relief I’m sure, I realized I had to deal with something else today that started with P—parsley!
In the morning we are invited to breakfast in a newly remodeled kitchen, courtesy of folks who have coffee each Saturday morning at the table next to us in our favorite coffee shop.
Fifteen years ago my husband and I established a routine of going out to coffee each Saturday morning I wasn’t working. We noticed another couple there each time. Then the coffee shop closed—a victim of street renovations that made it near impossible to get to her little place.
We searched and found another coffee shop, the same one as the other couple. We began saying “Hi.” Their group grew, and we always sat at a table next to theirs. We made friends of other regulars, and traded greetings and information between tables. Basically, a group of about 12-14 people now converse, trade greetings and are pleased to see each other in the same coffee shop each Saturday morning.
That leads to my letter, er subject, for today—parsley! I wanted to bring something to the breakfast, I was told not to. What to do then?
I have another project I am working on for our local artists guild, of which I am membership chair. It’s called the pallet project. (How perfect, that also starts with “p”!) On May 29th, as a fundraiser and to celebrate our move into a new location, an old fruit warehouse in town that will give us great space and possibilities, we will have a pallet auction among other things. Members are asked to turn part or pieces of pallets into art. (Lots of “p’s!)
I had seen a guy on TV nail three tin cans to a pallet, fill them with herbs, and write the name of the herb on the board. Crude, but the genesis of my idea. So, I had my husband screw two cans to a small pallet, and I bought two different herbs to fill them with, and I am painting pictures around them on the wood. Then I realized this would be on display all of May and part of April, and maybe no one would water them, or over water them and ruin the wood, my art, etc. So I went to Hobby Lobby and bought fake greenery to put in the cans. But, now I had two pots of herbs I didn’t really want. One was parsley.
Finally the synapses in my brain signaled each other and a pot of parsley as a kitchen warming gift for tomorrow’s breakfast seemed prudent! Perfect, no?
I bought a pot that said “Parsley” to put the herb in. Too small. Another trip to a garden center today netted a small metal pail with a piece of blackboard material attached. Just the right size, I repotted the parsley prize and wrote “parsley” on the pot with green chalk.
Now I’ve “killed two birds with one stone” so to speak, although I would never do that. But my blogging subject and breakfast gift are done! I am pleased!