When I was a kid, I remember my mom

giving us cantaloupe in the summer,

especially at Lake Lemon.

She would buy small ones, cut them in half,

scoop out the seeds, and . . .

put in a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

Cool.
   

Once we were adults, she would still

make cantaloupe for parties or gatherings.

She would cut it like this . . .

We would spear a wedge and eat all around it

until we just had a bite left on the fork

and then we ate that bite.

  

I cut cantaloupe in wedges for my family

and we all eat it this way.
  

(I forgot all about the ice cream in the middle
until I was typing this blog post.)

  

I now realize that my mom fixing cantaloupe

for all of us was even more of a blessing

because she didn't like it and never ate any.