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

sunday and....

a year ago or so
i began to knit again
adrianna's august birthdate
was my motivation
sweaters to knit
for the first grandchild

last year
passed
sometimes
with the speed of weaving
sometimes
with the speed of knitting

six or seven sweaters done
for the munchkin-to-be


then i turned my attention
to hats
a different challenge
two hats for the munchkin
hats for friends who are battling cancer
hats for my niece and grandniece
hats for friends who are simply
friends
and finally a hat for me

i understand now,
the concept of how to knit a hat!

next challenge
and this one has been a challenge
mittens!
over the last three weeks
i have knit
and un-knit
measured
finished
and then
un-knit again
these two simple handcoverings

my patience has been tested
my eyes crossed and uncrossed
as i picked up the tiny stitches

the length is good on the second
needs to redone on the first
the thumb space is wrong on the first
need unravel, again, the thumb on the first

i am quite confident
that by the time i finish
these mittens
i will understand
how
to
knit
a mitten
or two

garden

winter
still holds
the garden
hostage

snow
no longer
pristine white
beaten down
a dirty coat
sullied by dogs

garden waits
waits
waits for
release

morning wanders

still in jammies
i know i know
not being a "grown up"
who showered fluffed
and zipped out the door
to make their mark on
the world
or at least
to generate cash
to pay the bills

just made a soup
slowly camelized a sweet onion
shredded white potatoes, carrots
added a sweet one, as well
added garlic, of course
as well as a bit of ginger

had an organic veggie broth,
whose flavor does not quite scintillate
added the last of the spaghetti sauce
a bit of red wine
and a dollop of white corn kernels

it sits
it simmers
while my
mind wanders
this thursday day