Monday, June 17, 2013

One thousand gifts and still counting (4320-4360)

for her window sills wide enough to hold a little boy stretched out on a rainy day
sheets of rain
shoes on feet
a basement retreat during tornado warnings
texts with a sister

and her prayers
hoo-ting and ruckus from owls and frogs after the storm
and no rain
a sunny next day
bunny sightings

and a snake sighting
color samples like splendor, harmony, and even cotswold
white on the trim in the laundry room
Viviana every week
a closeness for Erin



cupcakes to celebrate half birthdays
a yellow bird perched on a nearby chair
Lindsay chats
and Cinderella
a fox trotting through the field

lightning bugs outside the window
a farmer friend, his hands that held and hugged, his quick smile, and his trademark wave
for treasure in darkness
my parents' former neighbor who counts the years too (25)
a snake in the pump house

sunshine for yard work
clean windows
ice cream sneaks with Erin
errand runs with Lanie
a car on loan while mine is in the shop

pictures in a slideshow of fathers and daughters
lamb on the grill
the scent of ground coffee
birthday cake (strawberry cream torte for Lori's 51st)
lunch on the patio

the hard talk across the kitchen island
the hard business of keeping past past
the hard choice to reconcile
the hard work of sifting trust and truth
things that end well





2 comments:

MarshallsMommy said...

Teaching a friend tomorrow how to make strawberry jam - reminds me of jammin' with you and makes me miss you lots and lots! Big hugs!!

Courtney said...

I've been putting it off, but now that Tuesday plans fell through, I'm getting strawberries and jammin too. Miss you too.