Awakening With Thoughts

 By Maryanna Gabriel

Hummingbird through the window. 

Sweet dreams are the best, and I awoke from one this morning. I dreamt I was fashioning decorations for Christmas. And here it is Easter... what a funny thing. 

A light rain is falling as the idea of an early morning walk dissipates. I watch a hummingbird through the kitchen window perched on the clothesline and see him steadily regarding me. 

With Easter, I repeatedly return to a childhood memory of a meal my grandmother prepared for our family and how it is that food binds memory and connects us close. Decades later, the crumble of a pie or a savoury sauce returns us to simpler times, where nourishment translates into love. A piece of nostalgia to start the day with and feed the soul. 

So then, what shall I make? Then it comes to me. A lemon tart is just the thing. That's the ol' ticket. Lemons, and daffodils, and Easter. No bonnet, though.