to sing for the season

in the sun on a 60 degree day
baigz and trish at the picnic table
and me walking past offering popcorn
which they take and offer sips of cherry/grape icy blend
in exchange
_______

from the desk down at the shack,
the sound of a frog/bullfrog
just beginning to sing for the season
_______
darien and i go onabout
the 3day old tea in teh sauce pan etc
and i joke about how we should make a video
and post it up on the fellowship for intentional communities website
_______
ashby the cat perched and rattling (a purr machine. a rarity for this one)
and even sortof cuddling
in the sugar shack loft
his greenblue eyes narrowed on the edge
of sleep
 _______
an in n’ out style dinner
compliments of shef tyler:
veggie burgers made from scratch, buns too
served with melted cheddar and caramelized onions
thousand island (from scratch) style dressing
sweet potato fries
and greens
_______

the moon almost halfway across the sky as the sun
melts fuschia-orange, candy-like
into horizon
first tulip, not open but almost
red petaled becoming
in the herb garden

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