THE DAY OF FRUIT AND ROSES by Rosalyn Z. Clark

Fruit and roses, roses and fruit.
It became my mantra.
Roses and fruit, fruit and roses.

My Friday morning routine of first going to Sunfrost and then to the Bank of America. The reason I was going to the bank now was because I was having a show of my paintings there during the month of February. In this show, under my wall of ten paintings, there is a table with my sign-in book and a vase holding three roses. Therefore, before I go on to shop for my weekly purchase of organic food every Friday morning I stop at Sunfrost to buy some fruit and three roses. Then on to the Bank of America to replace the three roses I bought the Friday before. One of the main reasons for the vase of three roses is that one of my paintings on this wall is of a vase with three roses.

One day not long ago, I decided to create a small painting of fruit. A white bowl of fruit. Now that this painting is finished, it is hanging on the wall over my kitchen table and under this small painting sitting on my kitchen table is the white bowl of fruit. At the other end of this table sits a vase holding three roses.

Ah. Roses and fruit.
Fruit and roses.