it’s so easy to focus on the flaws.
easy to miss the forest for the trees when you want to keep standing in the shade.
the big picture contains so much information, when all i want is this leaf or that berry or maybe even a thorn.
a pair of cardinals live in the yard just now, young it seems, and foolish, often landing just feet away from NaughtyKitten. I want to warn them, run at them arms high and voiced raised to scare them off for good. but i like having them here, listening to their incessant chirp, and i like that they land just outside the door. perhaps i admire their optimism.
but inside me, a little voice keeps saying do something, as if i’m the one in charge, as if it’s all up to me, as if i can fix the situation.
it rained last night for the first time in months. at least any sort of rain that meant anything, we’ve had a few sprinkles here and there, but this was thunder and lightning and a brief downpour, which is better than no downpour at all. no matter that it meant i got no sleep.
this morning the humidity stands tall in the yard, and i wonder if the flowers revel in the sauna, or if it just makes them feel tired and lazy, too.
i smell the pepper of phlox and marvel that the plant is still there, just outside my window, despite the fact that i’ve planned to dig it up for years. i have no desire to count how many.
the circus has come to america’s backyard, but no one knows who is selling the tickets.
i wonder if the babies will survive.
i wonder if those cardinals and the cat have made a pact.
i wonder if i’m crazy for thinking these things.
a small airplane makes itself known overhead, disturbing the stillness.
i wonder what’s it’s like to fly so high.