“Do you remember it? Do you remember the sword and it’s sheath? Do you remember the carvings?”
…her brutal truths and long silences which she would wield as weaponry, had been ground down, curved softly into conscious wisdom.
… I see her smile in her dreams. For once, all seems quiet and gentle. And consistent. I would have reprieves of such times in the past, but they would disappear as a flicker in the wind.
Rather than heavy words and even heavier thoughts and feels, maybe just a bit of cuteness!
Spring approaches just off the horizon.
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Lard and tablespoons of the iciest tap water are two of the four ingredients of the best pie crust recipe…each time I create pies, I hear her reminders as I blend her crust recipe.
Along the path to traditional autumn decorating, I hadn’t banked on the plentiful harvest of roses which graced my gardens.
…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
Pileated woodpeckers and trees brushed with the first swash of gold…I luxuriate my mind in the subtleties of nature’s changes.