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Lupine of Bloom
May. 13th, 2020 10:11 pmWhat does it have in its pocketses? I put my hand in my jacket pocket to see if there was anything that needed to be moved before I washed it. I found a coil of twine and a hawk's feather. Other things I've carried in my pockets include acorns, shiny horse chestnuts, a shell from Dubai that a friend gave me. In Texas, I carried a smooth piece of bamboo stem that I found in the Fort Worth botanical gardens. It comforted me among the streets of the Metroplex. I also have a heart-shaped black rock that my sister found and gave me, during her heart-shaped rock collecting period. We started out as children picking up smooth pretty rocks on the shores of Lake Michigain. When she lived near the lake for a time, she had to limit her collecting somehow, so she started picking up only rocks that formed regular polygons--squares, rectangles, triangles, ovals and circles. When she tired of that, she collected only heart-shaped rocks. Mine was special because she gave it to me just before she moved to the other side of the world. Sometimes I carry actually useful things, like pocket handkerchiefs, candy, my phone, and wads of paper money. I used to carry a folding knife, but I don't do that any more.
It was a beautiful day, all the more so because I actually slept for eight hours. I got up rather late, so there was time for a nice walk before lunch, but not for much more than that. We ate up the bean soup, and then sat out in the yard for a pleasant couple of hours, listening to the birds sing. A bunny ran across the grass on her way to sanctuary in the bushes, and a bumblebee hovered over the dandelions. We read and wrote and drank tea. We had a brief friendly chat with the neighbors across the fence, and learned the name of their new puppy. Then we did a little yard work before dinner--trimming bushes for the Sparrowhawk, and cleaning up dead leaves and sweeping the patio for me. We finished our 1000 piece puzzle! It is a thing of beauty--a mandala full of gods, demons, and saints, surrounded by clouds, pavilions, halos, and flourishes. There's just one piece missing. . . .
It was a beautiful day, all the more so because I actually slept for eight hours. I got up rather late, so there was time for a nice walk before lunch, but not for much more than that. We ate up the bean soup, and then sat out in the yard for a pleasant couple of hours, listening to the birds sing. A bunny ran across the grass on her way to sanctuary in the bushes, and a bumblebee hovered over the dandelions. We read and wrote and drank tea. We had a brief friendly chat with the neighbors across the fence, and learned the name of their new puppy. Then we did a little yard work before dinner--trimming bushes for the Sparrowhawk, and cleaning up dead leaves and sweeping the patio for me. We finished our 1000 piece puzzle! It is a thing of beauty--a mandala full of gods, demons, and saints, surrounded by clouds, pavilions, halos, and flourishes. There's just one piece missing. . . .
