and the earth gave forth

I awoke to a bird symphony, so much better than a buzzer.

Being Saturday, I headed down to the Farmers Market. The stunning array of color, texture and scents caught my breath - radishes, corn, tomatoes, basil, kale, blueberries, eggplant (God had a surge of artistry going in that creation!), goat cheese, croissants, sausages, herbs, pickles, popcorn, salad greens, honey, breads, raspberries.... the kaleidoscope dazzled. But here's the thing, I brought a small amount of cash to limit myself and two stops cleaned me out! If I had a market like this to go to each day, I'd buy for the day, each day. But so much is fragile and fleeting so you really can't buy for the week.

But back home I sliced my first heirloom tomato, sprinkled it with salt and pepper and felt summer begin. Gloriously.

on the banks

This morning's walk around the lake was that little slice of perfection that so seldom comes your way. The sky was sun-bright clear and the water reflected every sparkle.

My mind skipped to the Chesapeake Bay where we go every summer and mornings on the dock when the bay is flat-calm. "Like glass" by childhood father would announce to us coming back to the cabin after an early morning survey of boating conditions.

Gazing out over brilliant water irons out my soul. Somehow all the tangles of life seem to have potential for fixing or at least managing.

Water somehow rights my balance.

And sets straight my path.

With joy.

Heavely breezes blow

We're re-landscaping the front of our townhouse and it strikes me as being a bit like raising children! You don't know exactly how it's all going to turn out. Will this shrub spread out too much? Is this the right texture? Color? And how much space to leave? - now there's the question!!

And on that theme we were at a wedding over the weekend where the minister quoted Gibran and the idea of having space between you and your lover to "let the winds of heaven dance between." I do so love that quote and feel it has saved many a marriage, and kept many a child from running away from home!

Question is - how much heavenly wind do I need between my spreading yew and my Japanese maple?

out, damned spot

On NPR I heard a quote from the book The Selected Works of T. S. Spivet:

 "Adults were pack-rats of old useless emotions."

How true!

 As I weed through my closet and discard that dress that I will never be thin enough to wear comfortably again, the sweater with a missing button, the skirt that really doesn't "go with" anything else, the blazer that has shoulder-pads, the jeans that are too short or too long or too snug, the blouse with the shadow of a stain ---- along with all these items that I might, just might, want to wear one day should go:

the slight from a friend ages ago

the failed resolution

the embarrassing faux pas

the consternation of  unwise decisions

the fears of what might be

the sawing anxiety of should-have-dones

.....etc, etc. 

Toss!

Vacuum the whole area!

Clean spaces make breathing so much easier.

Oh what is so rare

June.

Morning.

Tit-mouse's "Judy, Judy, Judy" (will he ever find her?)

Sunlight spackling green leaves,

Nosey breezes float through the window.

Eden.