Sunday, November 8, 2009


"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways." Fried, sauteed, boiled,
and stewed. Okra lovers unite! It now comes in chip form from Fresh
Market. Lee Anne and I were quite pleased with our discovery.

By the way, that first line comes from Elizabeth Barrett Browning's
sonnet "How do I love thee."
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

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