A Bowl of Beans?

No. A bowl of memories.

As the youngest of 5 children, I often found myself with Summertime chores that my siblings happily avoided.

My days at our lake house didn’t include water skiing, hanging out with friends on their boats, or sneaking away for ice cream.

Nope. I got to shuck corn and snap beans for our large family and endless guests.

Today, I snapped freshly picked beans for three, and remembered my days at Seneca Lake with love in my heart and a smile on my face.

Bon appetit!

Much love,
Mel