Have a few ideas bumping around my head about what to write, but not enough focus to write them atm, or to hold on to the ideas if I don't write them down immediately, so only a few have stuck around.
Just a few thoughts though, to tide me over at the moment.
Blueberry picking is like ADHD, every time you refocus there is another point of interest.
Every Tuesday is like mini vacation, going out to my grandparents, enjoying the woods, painting watercolors with my grandmother and other ladies at the center for aging (it is a community/activity center, not a nursing home, we drive there)
watching Judge Judy with my grandfather when we get home, my grandmother offering me bunch of food and tea
flowers, blueberries, fresh vegetables from the garden, just being in nature, glorious
even the insects have their charm, to a point, adding to the whole experience
what I would do if I could live at my grandparents house (and had the day off)
wake up early,
make tea or coffee and sit on the porch and watch the sky lighten over the neighbors farm,
let the dog out and walk around the orchard with her
pick some blueberries and flowers
bake some cookies
work on my watercolors
breathe
poem I wrote in my head on my out this past Tuesday, it is about my dog who lived with my grandparents, she passed away this winter:
every now and then
when I take this road
following the familiar twists and turns
surrounded by green
slight buzzing
cooler breezes
my heart jumps a beat
I anticipate my arrival
imagine the ritual
parking my car on the edge of the circle
behind me the screen door opens
smiling faces
a white blur leading the way,
bounding to my door
nosing my hands, always excited to see me
even when it was becoming painful to run
she still did
I snap back to reality
and realize this is past tense
when I arrive
the door may open
but there will always be one less to greet me
I still forget
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