The
letter for today is: M, where I feature melancholy
and melon.
I
can hardly remember the last time a melancholy
mood hit me.
Wait,
maybe the time I sat with a slice of melon
in front of me, gazing through a restaurant window at the ocean. On a visit to
the land of my birth, the relaxed atmosphere and warmth filled me with a sense
of loss. After ten years absence, and half the world separating us when I left
England, I sat with my daughter and granddaughter in Australia.
Tears
came to my eyes at the paradise I'd lost, and mixed with the beauty of the
moment.
Then,
I lifted a forkful of melon to my
mouth. The soft flesh melted against my tongue and flavor exploded in my
palate.
The
contrast of eating a melon grown
under the hot sun and one imported into England from half way around the world
filled me with melancholy.
And
the reason I swapped countries: love of a good man.
I
breathed in the aroma of melon and
threw off my melancholy.
Ah, and a third word: Man!
ReplyDeleteYou are a long way from home and from me here in New Jersey. This is a beautiful piece, Francene. Thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteHmmmm, melons. I love watermelon in July.
ReplyDeleteMelon melancholy! Marvelus! Almost watermelon season in Texas, no meloncholy for me!
ReplyDeleteTexas Playwright Chick
Beautiful post.... I'm so glad I came to read it...
ReplyDeleteThank you ...
Carri
simplydonewright.blogspot.com
you have a new follower I am anxious to see what else you will write about..... =)
ReplyDeleteCarri
Hello, Francene! This is a lovely post even though it's about a nostalgic time. You're so blessed to have a history with two of the world's most beautiful countries!
ReplyDeleteWishing you a great weekend and happy A to Z!!
Love today's post--I'll be back!!
ReplyDeleteMmmm melon. I would love some fresh watermelon for a snack. I may need to go to the store!
ReplyDeleteYes, I good man can change the direction of your life.
ReplyDeleteLovely post, Francene. I could taste the melon and feel the tears.
ReplyDeleteWhat we won't do for the love of a good man! Lovely Francene very lovely!
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
ReplyDeleteHello.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like my wife's story...she's English born and bred. She gave up her entire life in the UK for love in the USA...for me. She has never looked back and life for me has never been sweeter (smile). Lovely post. Good luck with the rest of the challenge & thanks for sharing.
Day 13/14: Make My Heart Drunk...
Aww, what a sweet story! Thanks for sharing. --Thank you also for stopping by and visiting my blog. :)
ReplyDeleteThat was beautiful Francene!
ReplyDeleteI can almost taste it!
ReplyDeleteIsn't it amazing what makes us nostalgic? I'll bet you'll never look at melon quite the same. And all for true love. Great post! :) ~Angela
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteAhh the things we do to be with the man of our dreams. :)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your post. Have a great night!
Oh, I'm so glad I found your blog! It's beautiful! And your writing incredible. I'm savoring both much as the taste of the melon you so wonderfully described! Thanks for visiting mine - I meant to stop in before in return and kept running into you on other blogs till I finally said, "Enough! I'm finding her now!" I'm so glad I did. And now following as well. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you stopped by my blog so that I could find your treasure here.