Why?

Why is the flowering weed spied at the side of a gravel path more precious than the rows of flourishing, exotic and foreign blooms gathered in profusion at the grocery store, or flower shop?

Why does the small gift of a sack of beets grown by a friend provide a more tasty feast than the binned piles of Superstore ones?

Why is the scabbed apple you pluck from a branch more tasty than the perfectly waxed and massed specimens more readily available.

Why is the ordinary so extraordinary?

One Response to “Why?”

  1. James Steerforth Says:

    Perhaps because the “perfect”, impersonal stuff from the stores is what’s truly ordinary…

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