Seersucker Days

A WEEK in the world of seersucker and pastels
and I have no idea what time it is.

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Kale came in the box of local produce and I work with it for the first time in my life while nap is in session one day.

I get close up to life, close enough to, steady-handed, capture remnants of rain from the previous night when we sat out on the screenporch, watching a light show in the sky.

I get to do my daily bucket of weeds, watched over by bee balm standing tall. Something in the garden smells good, but it’s 4 days and I still haven’t figured out what. One of life’s mysteries I may need to accept and find out the answer on the other side. Add it to the list.

I have a Fried Oyster BLT Salad and piece of lime pie at girl’s night out.

I am asked to make a book on construction paper, using crayons, and must scramble to figure out what in the world a knight looks like.

Someone is fetching me homegrown rhubarb to take back to Ohio.

I have not forgotten the story I am to tell and will. And Honduras is on the horizon but there’s time to prepare for that.

The neighborhood mowers have begun again. What time is it? What day? Will a first tooth break through today or tomorrow?

Writing from a place where a first tooth is headline news.

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Pleased to be part of Michelle’s Graceful Summer series!

About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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