Grass like green velvet
Dear Patrick, he worked all day
This morning’s walk—smooth.
Don’t know what it is
Something about dragonflies
Makes me feel…content.
Sleep is elusive
Mind swimming in images
Sigh…an artist’s life.
I forgot my place
Note to self: must walk daily
Must stay connected.
Storm clouds gathering
Can’t shake this unsettledness
Bracing myself for…
Jig’ling bird feeders
The breakfast crowd has arrived
They’re giving me looks…
When fighting boredom
Take your thoughts, turn them over
See what’s underneath.
Farmers market smiles
A small village feeds its own
Glad to be a part.
July—fresh new month
Let summer continue on
With its timeless days…
A day of baking—
Mom’s coffee cake recipe
Grateful for the rain.
He’s getting closer
The miles between us fading
Patrick’s coming home.
As the fog rolls in
I think of all I don’t know
And the sun will rise.
Bright lights chard, onions
A garden just keeps giving
(Sore back, stiff muscles…)
In the early dawn
Neighbors firing off their guns
Wish they’d wait til noon…
