I went out to the patio about 7 a.m. It was already a steaming oven out there. I watered the plants and plan to stay in today. Not that that’s very different from any other day.
Last week I recall sitting here and staring out the French doors. I watched the leaves of the plants on the patio dip down in a sort of rhythm.
It reminded me of someone playing a piano, fingers splayed out and caressing the keys. Up down, up down. Making beautiful music.
It was actually rain beginning to fall. Not yet quite noticeable, but the early stages before it began to rain in earnest.
Somehow it was mesmerizing to watch that though I can’t explain why. The sight stayed with me.
When I’m feeling stressed I recall watching the rain beginning to fall. How it relaxed me.
There are four cucumbers and several peppers and a handful of cherry tomatoes in the kitchen.
I don’t see how I can possibly eat four cucumbers unless I slice them up and make a salad.
There’s the remainder of a red onion in the refrigerator. I could cut that up thinly and slice the cucumbers. Maybe pour red wine vinegar over the mixture.
Keep it chilled in the refrigerator and see how it tastes come suppertime.
I may just do that.
Above are Kendra and her two kids, Riley and Marley, last week.
It isn’t a very good photo in terms of sharpness, but I thought I’d show the threesome anyway.
Riley is already so much taller than Kendra. But then she’s only 5’2.
After the house plants have had some bright light I like to close things up.
It feels like I’m in a cocoon of sorts. I sit here in the semi dark with only the French doors letting light in.
It seems cozy, as though the rest of the world is far away. All the problems and the fears we’ve all had for months seem remote.
I look out at the tree branches casting shadows on the fence through the rectangular panes of glass. Little slices of life cut up into manageable pieces.
For awhile everything seems right with the world.
“Here’s to fresh coffee, sunshine, morning walks, blooming flowers, good books and all the other simple but glorious pleasures of life.” – Unknown