So when the buttonhole was poorly placed
Wednesday, August 6, 2025
The long lost sewing scissors and seam ripper
So when the buttonhole was poorly placed
Saturday, August 2, 2025
The long awaited buttonhole
Thursday, July 17, 2025
How to spend the day
When I opened my eyes, finally ceding to the raucous birds that they had won, the day would begin even if it was only 5:30 a.m.
And I wondered how many layers of clothes would be needed once I exited my warm sleeping bag,
And what on Earth I would do the next 15 hours until I could gratefully close my eyes again, in this God-forsaken wilderness lacking all my usual diversions
So I layered on some clothes and found a small path leading down to the lake where I found Paradise and enough to keep me occupied
Watching fog roll across the water, noticing all the different heights of willow at the shoreline and the ever changing kaleidoscope of color on the hillsides.
I came back this evening, hauling my folding chair and book, my husband, to dangle my feet in the water, feel the wind cool my skin so warmed from the sun.
Once home, I will listen more closely to the birds and I will sit in my garden, to notice the different heights of the plants, to watch the passage of the shadows across my small Paradise.
Saturday, July 12, 2025
Thank you for the flowers
Thank you for the Flowers on the front cover of your book, the one I randomly picked off the shelf, feeling somewhat in need of flowers from someone who could maybe be my friend.
Where are you, friend, on this rather gloomy day that watches our country burn to ashes, where children drown in Texas floods.
And why can't I laugh off the ridiculousness of it - well because I live here, after all.
It's a day to write a poem on my phone sitting in the bookstore, something I never do, except that
There is a woman at home scrubbing baseboards that have not been cleaned in decades and my husband is riding his bike along mountain streams
So I am here seeking solace, an escape from some parts of reality that pull me down, that even pushing big weights at the gym does not budge.
So thanks for the flowers, the poems inside that may, or may not, speak to me, but at least, you exist.
Wednesday, July 9, 2025
This is all the garden that I want
Saturday, June 28, 2025
The family
Sunday, June 15, 2025
We were there - Denver No Kings March