an evening in tenney park
It’s morning and the fan is slowly blowing in the window. The table has flowers on it and piles and piles of books, waiting to be packed away in milk crates. There is sun and the leaves are dancing their slow morning dance. I know over the hill there is a market, and I will go later when the sun is higher.
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oh lindsey!
i have been thinking about this recently. i feel as though my biological clock has sensed it too: my metabolism is drooping a bit, my back sometimes aches if i sleep wrong or in a strange bed, and i have been looking – sometimes consciously and sometimes unconsciously – for my own ways.
i’m not fully settled, but my ways so far include cat walks, bike rides, stir frys, and many many books. most of ways right now revolve around kitty health. its kind of fun though. we are finding our groove, and his approval delights me.
Posted 15 Jul 2009 at 10.24 ¶I so yearn for my ways…To wake in the eraly morning and sip tea visiting with a contented baby and the quiet morning.
Posted 15 Jul 2009 at 14.21 ¶However the days come and go often without ritual or ways and dishes in the sink…haunted by the ever-growing to do list.
Oh how I yearn…
Lovely writing.
e.
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