sons

                                               today is my oldest son David's birthday

                                  won't say how many years have gone by since his birth....
                                  won't post image of him as baby
                                  will remember the years,
                                  the moments we have shared

                                  will say how proud of him
                                 of the man he has grown into
                                 i am and i know his father would be

                                  growing up among a family of women,
                                   i raised a family of men
                                                       very very different energies
                                            [Jason is on my right. David is on my left]

fish out of water

sun's returned
ground's rather saturated

and today
well,
fish out of water
is the mindset

over the years, while in my booth,
i have drawn

this image began
a number of years ago
i can't count the number of hours spent working on it
 or the number of colored pencils that were used to create the shadings

and
i do admire 2d artists and the time it takes to create their work.....

pondering

Jason sent this image of Addy,
 looking out at the snow.
I think
 of all the images i treasure of this child,
this is possibly
my most favorite one.

maybe
because
I see
 feel
and
can approach the child
that I had been once
and the one
that is
still there
'hiding
behind the
facade
of
age

 

this night

i sit,

alone at the desk

dinner was

roasted boneless pork tenderloin

with home made mashed potatoes and salad

gin and tonic to drink

quiet except for grandfather clock

marking

seconds minutes and hours

dogs wait

jealous of my human food

i will share a bit with

them

sleep

sleep was fickle tonight visited for awhile

then had second thoughts

left me wondering what rest was about

left me wondering what the scarves in the dryer looked like

so

i am up

in middle of night's visit

grandfather's clock sternly tics

measuring off the minutes

that i am not in a state of rest

measuring off the minutes

of my life

warmbrandiedmilk

naval orange sweet

nourishment in this dark

space oftime

night was

night is

night will

be

solemn day

solemn day
good friday
grass grows ragged high

tulips are a screaming red
with pale white daffies sitting close by

quiet

sleep was good

though the dogs danced

at a little before 6

both lawn mowers need work

so the grass has a reprieve

i have several pieces of yardage to cut

cindy has been productive
in weaving the orders

now

i must step up to the plate
to finish the job

spring has exploded here

over the last several days

green in so many shades
of pale fresh

i find it hard to move quickly
in the morning

don't want to

simply want to savor the moment

house is so so dusty

construction from the hospital

dogs in and out

has never been this bad

i am off to shower and fluff

tea has grown cold

day must begin

yesterday, i thought i might actually stop in

at corpus christi church sometime today

whirligig frozen

two days ago
garden
was
brown mucky mess
this morning
it wears
coat of
white trampled snow

air temps
in single digits
have
locked movement in place

life sometimes
feels
this way