Rainy Day Memories
It’s raining and chilly. I decided to make some comfort food. Ash-e-reshte, I would make this thick, filling soup.
I came downstairs and drew the curtains back. On this wet, cold morning, there is a turtledove in the garden spreading its wings and preening itself. I guess she is taking her shower!
Many years ago, when I was young and heedless, I remember running up and down the garden barefoot, with my face raised to the pouring rain and my arms held high up in the air trying to catch every drop, giggling in delight.
When I walked into the house, dripping wet and making puddles, my mother chided me. “Stella! Stella! What foolishness is this!” She was smiling as if she understood, as if she had done a similar thing in her youth.
Ah, turtledove, you just brought back a sweet memory to an old lady… Thank you.