Tuesday, May 13, 2008

May flowers, green fingers and company.

1. As I turn the corner, the scent of pink and yellow azaleas fills my head and heart.

2. Cutting a bunch of salad leaves from the box on the balcony, and knowing that I grew them myself.

3. Katie's door is shut when I come home, and I am sorry because I'm full of things I want to tell her. But then she calls me in -- not asleep after all.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...