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
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
Below that window rests
two buckets bearing more…
I make salsa
or spaghetti sauce.
The crop was good this Spring.
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.
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 grieve the loss of my own
who left no children behind
only parents, a brother and so many nieces, nephews, friends,
I grieve tonight for a Mother
and small children who will
never remember their Mama
except through other’s memories
R.I P. Hali
May Angels hold you in their arms tonight…
The sky, still darkened, sent
thunder in waves
tucked in for the night
I stretched to see the clock
Yawning, I turn over
to await the promised
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….
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”
I did not do that!
my mood is every speck as dark
I may not live through the week…