Vintage Friday: Is Your Banana Ripe?

As a kid I liked bananas on the greener side. As a young wife I set aside two bananas from each bunch and let them over ripen. They were the key ingredient in the homemade banana bread I baked for my husband. There’s a use for green and a use for over ripe. The hour, though, when a banana hits the one magic twinkle of ripe perfection? Everyone knows that’s a moment to die for. It’s when the fruit is at its most succulent and memorable, ready to tantalize the senses and stimulate the taste buds.

Translated to life, it’s when the fates come together to create a moment brimming with the possibility of transformation. We have tilled the soil. We have opened ourselves in some way to prepare to receive whatever gift the universe would bestow. Still, grace is the most overriding perception. It seems we can never labor enough to deserve such bounty. With the innocence of a child, we open our arms wide, wider, to the widest, and in flow the quarks and neutrinos of alchemy. We are the same, and yet not the same. Somehow we are more ourselves than we were before.

Those are uplifting times to remember and be grateful for, as with all the moments we are given. I hope you have had your share, with more still to come. Here’s to love. Here’s to joy. And don’t forget, the ripe banana must be eaten.

“Teach me to hear the mermaids singing.”
John Donne, 1633

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance