A Walk Through The Kitchen I walk into the kitchen and the first thing I think of is the warmth of my first cup of Joe. I reach in the cabinet among the cups of yellow, gold, red, green and blue. I pick the yellow one of course my favorite. I got it years ago from my daughter. It has missed disaster several times. As I sit drinking my coffee I notice the old jar. A jar also dear to me, my mom used to can fruit and she gave me this one. As I start to go about my daily routine I grab an apple ,red and delicious and think about the sweetness of its ware. Another beautiful day started by A Walk Through the Kitchen. UNAVAILABLE
