These persimmons shine on the counter from so much handling, so much stroking and poking and squeezing to test for ripeness. We thought it was going to rain so went ahead and picked them… just as well to keep them away from the crows and squirrels. I suppose I could have one if I put in a request in triplicate, but for now, Himself guards them jealously, like a persimmon-hoarding Smaug. I plot…
harvest’s bounty waits
cherish each golden treasure
summer’s just reward
Happy Birthday to the autumn babies, including my brother next week, who is not so old that we forget that while he tortures our younger sister, he also always drags the saucer to the top of the slope for her, too.
a few years past “teen”
memory’s details blurring
but still love holds true
Another stunning, gloriously blue and gold day. As much as I want/we need the rain, I am greedy for red and orange and bright and blue.
nothing so fine as
singing bright in blue-and-gold
autumn leaves and sky
mist-softened air churns
while the petrichor rises
ah! the rain begins
At least, one hopes. Eventually. Meanwhile, we dream of a green and pleasant land.
a slick flight of stairs…
one wrong step. Both love and risk,
Offered fresh, daily.
Sometimes it’s a question of having faith enough to leave the house.
A wordless relief,
The softness of pillows, beds,
When the hard day ends.
(Somehow I lost count of a day, so here’s an extra one from this morning.)
Autumn sunlight streams
Through hazy air, highlighting
Joy’s simplicity.
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Seasick standing still
With joints and muscles aching
He can make me laugh
This delightful dragon thing is a car… currently on display at the Oakland Museum of California. It’s made out of muffin tins and pie plates, jello molds and bits and bobs. Is it the sum of all our kitchen fears? Or the joyous completion of our Home-Ec assignment? Only the artist knows.
kitchen concocting
two parts scrap and one part fire
creates make-believe
>look! another world
teeming with activity
across the back fence
comfort comes simply –
patient hands, and then a meal:
wheat, water, and salt