memories

                      cicadas chitter
gentle breeze stirs the garden
                    hot in sun
               cool in  house

          on the south side
two huge sweet maples
        inhale sunlight and
           shade this home

memories of other july fourths
                   wander my head
especially of the one six years ago
                  of the day when mom
                sisters dolores and deb
and i were at the long pine reservoir
       deb had her sail boat and kayak
       i had my kayak

a rare event for all of us to be together
                 "doing the same thing"
dolores was, well, dolores, funny,
outrageous, especially when compared to her older and younger sisters

                           images, vignettes of the day
                                      mom in deb's kayak 
at  80, her zsa zsa hairdo had every hair in place.
 me in mine
deb and dolores working to get the 14' sailboat
                       off the trailer and into the water
                    dolores trying to understand deb's barked orders
                        of do this, do that....

we all laughed that day.
   together spent time
   shared moments, minutes and hours.

mom's been gone about 15 months now
                                    and dolores
well she left this world four years ago,
two days after her 56th birthday on july 12th
a shock, a suprise
she had worn her heart out.
     
quiet morning
 memories linger
 shadows of the past


















         



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thoughts

i sit
here and there
i sit and knit
stitch and stitch
loop and loop
yarn twist and turns

and the fabric grows
line by line
slowly
for a person
for a baby
for one who is also in the state of forming
cell by cell
as
i do stitch by stitch

and as i sit and knit
third sweater now
line by line
for a child who will live
three hours away from me
a certain energy, a certain memory i knit into each loop
into each stich
into each line
fo a child i will not know as intimately know as her father
so,
a certain sadness
with each stich
with each line
with each sweater that i knit

and a hope
that there will be a memory of me
for her

laptops...viruses...worms...and....

day'sdone
second workday of this week
a tuesday
and in ways, more like a monday
tomorrow, the michigan trip begins
another adventure....

meanwhile, here
laptop is infected
not enough protection
went to see the computer doc
not a good prognosis
will be a wipeout and reload
need to buy  a new works and new publisher for the website

frustration when i tried to go on-line with this laptop
dryer needs to be replaced
timer doesn't work
decision to be made
repair or replace
repaired once
time to replace
sigh

so, another adventure
and will see what the universe will provide
and
i get to show jason and kelly the sweet baby things
                       i have found and bought

the garden stands...

the garden stands this morning
   gently, slightly shrouded
        in mist

 colors somewhat muted
 colors somewhat subdued

daffies have had their peakand the tulips

have begun to wane

garden stands this morning
                                watching
                                waiting
                                being

cherry blossom snow

morning's grey
   waits for rain
garden's green
   waits for rain
as
  cherry blossoms fall

pink cherry blossom snow

and news from son and his wife
just back from songram of munchkin-to-be

 a girl child
 healthy and strong
 guess there will be more
     pink in my life

april's morning dance

two cardinals race around and through
   the garden
a game of tag?  
               of chase?
                of "this is my space and leave?
two red blurs zip here
                       zip there

thunder this morning
 line of storms moves through
 scattering rain here and there

a check on the seeds, planted a week or so ago
lettuce sprouted, quite dense and wild
peas have, within a day or so, popped up
radishes and onions can also be seen

daffies and tulips watch over the young uns
off to dance this day

sweet day of memories

day's done
long day
more time spent cleaning and picking up the home
than cooking the food!

a bit more clutter than i was happy with
between working and traveling to shows, well, "stuff" accumulates
and sits until it moves
or, more likely, i move it

the weather- oh my!
i went around opening windows, pushing up the storm windows
dropping the screens
switched out the glass panels from the front and back doors

i guess what's odd is coming from a family of "women" is to have such a perponderence of males....
sister deb, her daughter tasha and granddaughter cameron and myself are "the women"
i look at the pic, feel like a queen/matriarch surrounded by her subjects
odd place to be...