It's the Little Things

 

Strawberries are my favorite fruit.  Springtime in Tulsa is the best for strawberries in my opinion.  You can find them in huge amounts, the fresh sweet smell drawing you to a display marked clearly with low prices.  I love it.  I went for three years without strawberries when I lived in Uganda, as the few visits home to T-town were off season.  Since moving to Ireland, those strawberries are more available, but they definitely come at a price.  I am currently growing my own in a pot on the balcony.  But today, I ate a load of these fresh American strawberries in my morning oatmeal.  It's one of the little things I love about being back home.

That's right.  I am in Tulsa.  It has been a year since this bit of middle America has been pounded by my flip-flop wearing feet.  I am here for a short visit with the fam, enjoying the celebration that has drawn me here... my mum is getting married!  And I am enjoying the little things that could easily get taken for granted, did I not live elsewhere - things I love, like family and strawberries.  And... driving big cars at fast speeds on wide roads, unlimited hot water that comes out with extreme pressure, petting my Daisy-doo who still remembers me even though this little dog is getting so much older, eating Taco Bueno, and hearing the constant sound of aircraft flying above that has become a distinctive part of the Tulsa background.  So T-town, thanks for the warm welcome.  It's good to be back.