I'll never forget that afternoon
road trip with mom and dad through Niagara on the Lake
sudden discovery of a café
tucked into the front room of quaint clapboard house
I normally choose cake
but that day a slice of peach pie
a pot of tea
sounds lovely
on the wraparound porch, wrought iron tables & chairs
breeze flutters gently
sun warm on arms
bumble bees buzz from flower to flower
legs heavy with pollen
dozy kind of afternoon
fork slicing through pastry
crumbling just right
sweet Ontario peaches
mouthful of golden sunshine
syrupy ooze on porcelain plates
I'll never forget that afternoon
now, ever questing
for the perfect peach pie
~ Ceebie
