hot pink petals
this song: Most People Are Good by Luke Bryan
dreaming on a little side porch
fig newtons and hot tea
saturday mornings with friends
this book: The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau
dinner on a blue and white farm table
ice cream for the pup
hearty wildflowers and herbs on the edge of the forest
reading under light blankets at midnight
and this song: Hello It’s Me by Todd Rundgren
the tenderness of tiny blue flowers and the velvet touch of petunias, offer sprigs of happiness
with their erratic flight and soft buzzing she was hypnotized by the bees
in her heart she was a wild and feral thing
i see you clearly when i close my eyes
old signs painted on buildings
lost thoughts on the edge of summer storms
the afternoon sun filtering through emerald leaves
nostalgia on a cloudy day
blue jays responding to one another
gratitude as the day curls into itself
she was full and complicated
this book, again The Paper Garden, An Artist Begins Her Lifes’s Work at 72 by Molly Peacock
walks on new streets
peppermint tea
deer at dusk
this song, Chevy Van by Sammy Johns, 1973
days of rain
maine coon cats
coffee on a tiny side porch
a basket of fresh cintronella
The dishwasher was broken, so I washed all the dishes by hand. After a week, it was repaired. I continue to wash the dishes by hand. Suddenly, this task seems surprisingly satisfying.
flaws lend interest to perfect beauty
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