Rainy Days
Rainy days are rare here.
One must take advantage of
any opportunity to give
your favorite red tractor and your favorite Little Pig
(the one who lived in the house made of sticks)
a chance to experience
an adventurous
walk in the rain.
We’re dressed and ready
to show off our
pink boots, pink slicker, pink leggings
as we head out for
a fashionable
walk in the rain.
So many red trucks
in our neighborhood!
Funny what we discover
while enjoying
a simple
walk in the rain.
Look! A pen! Floating along the street…
it seems there’s a current!
This has turned into quite
an educational
walk in the rain.
Rosa has her own idea
of how to enjoy her time
when people go out for
a completely unnecessary
walk in the rain.
And soon we too are inside
where it is
warm and dry,
after all we did get thoroughly soaked
on a truly delightful
walk in the rain.
Watching my garden grow
Once upon a time, in the not-too-distant past,
my backyard looked like this:
(I think every backyard
wants a dog in it.)
This is Rosa.
If you stopped by, she’d come right up and say hello.
This is Tuco.
He would keep his distance. He’s shy.
Our house faces east, so the
backyard at twilight is magical.
The ground under our house is a hard, packed clay.
So I like to grow ornamental plants in pots.
I love color.
My favorites are hydrangeas.
These came from the backyard.
I think everyone feels
just a bit more peaceful
around growing things.
But…
(It’s hard to post this picture. It captures the neglect so well.)
My yard is so sad right now.
While I’ve been growing,
it’s been dying.
I can hardly bear to look at it.
Tuco is more tolerant.
So…
My spring pledge is to fix it up.
The way it wants to be.
The way it should be.
So we can once again take advantage of our weather.
I have a helper I can enlist.
Not to mention,
summer’s on its way.
I’m convinced that life doesn’t let you suffer too long, if you do your part: sleep, eat, be of service, have faith. Sunday brought to my house the best Valentine’s Day ever. You know, best day recovery style: full of love and giggles and predictable enough. We rode the train into the hills to visit a petting zoo. It had been a long time since, instead of writhing in anxiety, I could see and feel the beauty in such a day.
Best of all were my travelling companions. A fluffy haired moppet who danced in fountains and spun in her princess dress, and a gentle man whose tired eyes relaxed and smiled and enjoyed. Who could ask for more?
First we bought our tickets at the train station, an old fashioned building of wood and steel.
Then we looked for the train. It was a little late.
My Valentine makes even waiting fun
My Valentine wonders if trolls live under the platform
(there weren’t any)
My Valentine lets little girls have the window seat
My Valentine has the best lap when naptime is on-the-go
My Valentine knows little trains are as important as big ones
My Valentine feeds all the goats, not just the ones who are pushy
My Valentine helps when shoes get pinchy
My Valentine brings the playground to you
My Valentine loves to hold hands, and
my Valentine loves me.
Happy Valentines Day!
I love holidays … they’re such good times to celebrate happy things. We all love someone or something, so please tell me … where is your heart today?
