A Strawberry Homecoming
While I was doing this, the rain had stopped and the sun came out, illuminating our world and spilling light across the kitchen floor. It had been so long since we’d seen the sun, we all stopped our chatter and looked out as the light flooded the hayfield, bringing up a thousand shades of green in the hills near and far. It seemed that it was still raining so while I split the biscuits and piled the sliced berries on top, my friends looked to the east for a rainbow.
None was found, though we didn’t look very hard. We were pretty focused on the strawberries and the shortcake. I drizzled maple syrup over the berries, gilding the lily no doubt, and topped it all with the cream. Sun on the field, Mayday asleep on the bed, there was silence as we ate. Harriet, it seems, was the only one not totally satisfied.