Supper Club

It’s delicious.
In so many ways.

Blast off!!!

Take a ride
on your Rockit Ship.

Beauteous ones

These peonies
traveled to the wilds of the
northwest thanks to some
enterprising young women
from Sauvie Island.
I admired their handwritten sign,
their canny location,
and mostly, the pristine petals
they hawked.
I’m sure they were going to use their earnings
to buy Girl Scout cookies.
Right???

Journey

Marveling
tonight
at how far we’ve come.

Rompin’ Stompin’

Dinosaur feet.

Yeah.

Rawwwr!!!

Yeah.
Mm.

This sweet ole world

Look what the world
will cough up
if you just
peer in close.

In honor of Mary Ann

I wrote this post four times,
but deleted them
because to write
about losing a mother (oh god) is to trivialize unforgivably
and also seems unwise
(spit now, quick, three times).

We took flowers to a nursing home today,
because my friend is a beautiful spirit
and her mother loved to visit nursing homes.
It was Mother’s Day.

It was beautiful,
it was awful,
I was inadequate.

How can I express,
without gloating but with full intensity,
that I am so glad to be alive,
and my daughter and mother with me?
I can’t, not elegantly,
but I am, and I love you.

My little grownup

After another picnic,
the little girl lounged in the bath
with a rare ramune soda.
She rattled the marble in her bottle.
Mom? I feel like such a grownup.
Here I am,
just restin’, just restin’ here,
drinkin’ my drink,
not doin’ anything else,
just takin’ a bath like grownup.
And the best part was,
she growled it just like Bette Davis.

Friday picnic bliss

We are so wholesome,
even our drinks come in
mason jars.
Iced mint tea….
mojitos.

Flotsam

Our good intentions
tangle. The words snag as we tumble
around and under and
still
we come back and back
following the white string of longing
to make
something that is our own,
something beautiful,
something that will stay.