A beautiful day in the neighborhood

I went out because the clouds and sky were glorious but the colors of spring are mysterious and fugitive. Tonight I went out to the car because I’d left my snack out there uneaten. I sat there and ate it, pear juice all over my face and hands while I watched the birds at the feeder.

Controlled time is our true wealth.
— Buckminster Fuller

A beautiful day in the neighborhood

NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-eight

A day with work and sun and clouds and a tasty lunch and dinner. Breakfast wasn’t bad either.

You seem concerned and ask if I’m all right
But see, we don’t really know each other
And if we did, we probably would not.
So I nod and say I’m good as do you
and we turn to work which is what we share
People talk of their feelings all the time
I wasn’t raised that way, but to get through
Never let them see you cry, be polite,
be respectful and work hard to get ahead
All the things that make a civil world,
a smooth landscape where nothing sticks out.
And so I’ve kept myself to myself a lot.
Perhaps we could start by saying who we are
But if we did, we wouldn’t choose to know.

NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-eight

NaPoWriMo – Day 24

It was another rainy cold day and again the sun came out again at sunset time. No big sunset or anything, just sun and not much time to enjoy it. Well perhaps it’s part of the plan to keep us home and self-isolating.

Truth be told, this poem was twice as long as I wrote it and sent it off, but I remain unconvinced about the second half but felt pretty good about this half so here you go. Afterwards a few photos, one from yesterday and three from today.

I imagined a survey asking how I felt:
politically hopeless
but my painting is going well.
Because, frankly, we’re messy
all of us and all of this
so if I’m speaking honestly
if not to you then to myself
(that is what you’re wanting, right?)
I can truthfully admit
yes, I was dressed for that
online meeting but my hair
was uncombed and I
wanted to finish my oatmeal
so I kept it audio-only.

We become what we think about all day long. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

NaPoWriMo – Day 24

Also seen in my travels

Nature’s first green is gold…

No – you take the Corona!

Funky tiny house that mirrors the old shed behind it. Looks very cool.

Also seen in my travels

NaPoWriMo – Day 19

A beautiful April-appropriately warm day after a very cold night. No complaints. Sunday and tomorrow I have work stuff to do so painting it was!

Never kept a gratitude journal
figured my heart knew the truth
Now in these peculiar times
aren’t they? peculiar? scary
afternoons, draining evenings,
nervous nights, tentative mornings
overall mighty peculiar. But,
I was grateful for a sun-warm day
after a plain cold night
Glad for the oatmeal and the
apple I chopped into it and for
the nutmeg and its ancient grater.
For the coffee grinder and press
and the cup and the second cup.
I headed out to paint that welcome light
and pulled off along the road
I studied the landscape and the clouds.
A man stopped to say he’d seen me there
before and wasn’t this a day?
We chatted across the roadway
then he and his dog went on their way.
Another car stopped to check on me
and I held up my painting in progress
THey were excited and happy and
pointed to the hedgerow behind them
which, they told me with equal joy
held a cemetery right up that way.
I was excited for them, sincerely,
to have found such happiness and today.

NaPoWriMo – Day 19

NaPoWriMo – Day 9

So very rainy and later windy today. Did some “productive things” like changed the sheets and did some wash, did the dishes I left over yesterday, fed the happy if chilly sourdough starter. Figured out a way to keep it a little warmer at least in the daytime.

The cats seemed concerned that we might run out of cat litter and FOOD. I found that PetSmart would let me order it online and would bring it right out to the car so that’s what I did. In fairness, they always offer to help me out to the car with it. In truth the cats NEVER offer to help me bring it in from the car.

Anyway, that’s pretty close to Mom, so I swung by with the milk she asked for and a few extra things from my delivered shipment of veggies.

Milk for My Mother

Drove in today to see my mother
— brought her milk,
a jug of two per cent,
no loaf of bread,
none to be had even if wanted.
A calculated risk these days,
claiming an errand for myself,
part of my responsibilities
to three cats concerned,
if prematurely for their own
still amply-filled food bin.
I brought her myself, and
some unexpected groceries
along with the asked-for milk.
It’s about all I can provide
along with many texts and calls.
We both consent, silently,
to hugs and kisses.
How illicit! Are you shocked
at our breach of social distance?
You shouldn’t be. Mom would
forgo milk a day or so longer.
The single cure I can offer is
for the only ailment
we have that matters.
We sit side by side on the couch
chatting about things: some
worldly, some news, but most
surrounding us daily, flowing,
the tide we float with or
swim against and have for years,
so many years.

NaPoWriMo – Day 9

NaPoWriMo – Day Eight

Rainy and sunny. Another spring in New England Day. Daffodils and cold. Like many, I’m having to work at the big question: what day is it?

Outside, it’s raining
and so I go, so
my whole face is wet.
My shoulders ache
they pull me over, down
and I am just —
I am the rain
bent over a cold ground.
Later when it clears
an hour or two to wonder,
why is this so hard,
why is this so beautiful?
Standing in the sky’s
presence with clouds,
In this gentle courtyard,
I ask my questions,
the ones at my feet.
The horizon whispers
what of tomorrow?

From the Quote Box:

I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by conscious endeavor. — Henry David Thoreau

NaPoWriMo – Day Eight