Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Home: Honey From the Comb

I grew up where the seagulls circled overhead and oyster shells crunched under car tires on our long shell driveway.

I knew nutcrackers were for eating crabs and shrimp belonged in omelets at breakfast.

I knew the welcome of the live oaks that twisted their way in divergent directions toward centuries.

Who can blame the Spanish moss for embracing such outstretched arms?

I knew that most people's jogging routes didn't include a gulf of saltwater and a lighthouse.

I knew not to take it all for granted.

In hindsight, I did.

It's rather impossible not to.

One who is full loathes honey from the comb,
but to the hungry, even what is bitter tastes sweet.
~Proverbs 27:7

Photo Credits: Mike González, who is visiting my hometown without me this week.
Lighthouse by Adrian González, who is finding songwriting inspiration in my old haunts.

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