tulips in the tall grass
laughter and rain
the ripening solitude
haiku
liquored lips
brew-pub high top
regrets laid low
confessional laughter
cringy sighs
sins brushed off the table
swept up & away
at the end of every shift
reconnection
locally-brewed root beer for me,
a salt-rimmed Limoncello for you
a yummy dip & our favorite crackers
but it’s the joyful camaraderie
we share that always seals the deal
decisions, decisions
miniature golf
or minor league baseball?
take the boat out
or ride our bikes?
we have zoo brew tonight —
that’s a no-brainer!
so many splendid options
for such a gorgeous day ~
zonk!
early mornings
almost always mean
*
a good, long nap
later in the day
*
ready for mine
in 5-4-3-2….
listening to the robins’ songs
music from the linden,
on the left and the honey locust,
just to the right — in stereo
our soundscape summer afternoon
irrepressible
tiny bird
I am so smitten
by your lovely
feathers
a reprieve from watering
robins worm-search amid a gentle rain
dark clouds roll in from the SW
no need to finagle an unwieldy garden hose
our Midwest soil basks in its refreshment
Giants in the Earth
~ a fascinating ‘nother look at an old classic
I’m reading a 10th grade book assignment,
one I’d merely skimmed at the time
*
it’s overwhelming what they’d endured
the hardships, the struggles, the isolation
*
they believed in, they trusted the promise
of this new Canaan, this soil-rich land
*
but, now, look where we’ve come
just look at what’s become of us
sunflowers
your bright happy faces,
your persistence of blooms!
mood lifter. smile giver.
I shall plant you forever
in my small, humble garden.
A Sawyer's Daughter 
Chit Chat