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Texas Summer

 

I woke up early for a Saturday but

 

not as early

 

as I, as a rule, do.

 

 

 

The weather today:

 

typical Texas late June,

 

90’s with high humidity.

 

This litany of weather will remain

 

more or less unchanged

 

except the final degree of heat,

 

as it ascends to the

 

century mark and beyond…

 

 

 

I slipped out in the early hours, to the garden

 

to gather anything I found

 

worth picking: 

 

a double handful of green bush beans,

 

Serrano and jalapeno peppers, abound-

 

almost thirty orange cherry tomatoes

 

glow like amber jewels to be plucked,

 

six full size tomatoes

 

that will join the

 

plentiful harvest on

 

three wooden shelves

 

in the sunny, western facing

 

window

 

Below that window rests

 

two buckets bearing more…

 

 

 

Today…

 

I make salsa

 

or spaghetti sauce.

 

 

 

The crop was good this Spring.

 

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My very wise father, Floyd Harrison, gave me this advice when I was about 16 years old, when weekends cut into dating time, ” find a team and root for that team-win or lose, that will be your team! Learn everything about your team! Men love football and will appreciate a woman who also does.”

I could not pick just one. I picked the The Pittsburgh Steelers – I picked Terry Bradshaw!…but, I also picked the Dallas Cowboys… and it was okay until the times they suited up against each other.

Super Bowls sometimes left me a sodden wreck! I did not want either one to lose-instead of always having one of my teams win. I could scarcely be happy if one of my teams got a first down against the other!

My Daddy… I sorely miss you today and everyday! Happy Father’s Day in Heaven.

I always chose the Steelers. My family was a Cowboys family.

Tragedy strikes

My extended family, a

great grandson’s mom, died last night of

a heroin overdose.

She was twenty one.

 Her son, Caleb, is five

Holli, his sister, is about two.

Will they remember and miss their mom?

Her Mother is a Facebook friend of mine

and she will grieve this loss forever…

I KNOW…

I grieve the loss of my own

eldest child…

who left no children behind

only parents, a brother and so many nieces, nephews, friends,

and others…

I grieve tonight for a Mother

and small children who will

never remember their Mama

except through other’s memories

of her.

R.I P. Hali

May Angels hold you in their arms tonight…

 

Peaceful rest

The sky, still darkened, sent

thunder in waves

thunder rolling

nearer, louder

tucked in for the night

I stretched to see the clock

early still

Yawning, I turn over

to await the promised

rain

No alarm this morning

awakened by only soft dappled light

streaming through the white curtains

Grab coffee- warm creamy and comforting, then

out to admire the urban garden we

aspire to- rather than lawn that must be maintained.

Small chickadees play chase between the birdfeeders

and the tall ash tree from the neighbor’s yard, while a squirrel

clucks as she plans her next move.

The rain shower last evening brought out snails that I pluck from

green corn leaves; now

the corn is taller than me!

We have an outing with friends planned for later this morning

so I cannot linger in this place

where I could easily spend my lifetime….

Magnolia

On Monday, I came home after another brutal Monday

they, the Mondays,

all run together now.

I did not even step outside

to see what happened in the garden today…

Our garden, my Joy…                                                                                   

to be brutally honest I did not care.    

old joke-bad joke

“A  man comes home and kicks the dog”

At least

I did not do that!

my mood is every speck as dark

and

I may not live through the week…   

                                                                                                                                                               

…………………………………………………………………………………..

Inner turmoil

Time races forward towards June.

Soon it will be here,

the worst month of each year

when my Pied Piper

answered a whispered call,

he could or would-

not turn down…

I feel anxiety stretching taut

over me

head to toe

over me

like the five tiny kittens I once saw swaddled in

plastic

and tucked in a deep freeze

sometime after I went to bed…

It is my annual season of depression

when there are endless days I feel

I can’t continue here.

I feel the tears and pain of Mary

when she lost Jesus

well, sort of

I am without doubt not Mary-

and you were not really perfect.

It is not even June and I am in this dark space…

I daydream…

somewhere in the great beyond

you’ll journey by, in that other dimension

on a unicorn, your favored steed-

and chuckle…”come on now Mom

it has been ten years

We are all good here

don’t be sad

you’ll see me soon enough”.

Just now, Romeo calls to me!

come see the mystery revealed

again…

our first Black Swallowtail Butterfly

of the season has

hatched from her cocoon…

Life, on

The sphere on earth,

continues.

 

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