it feels like it’s been a long week
I’ve talked too much
too many thoughts
swirl in my head
trying to contribute
to calm
and so …
today I think I’ll sit
and paint myself
a picture
of course, I am not a painter ..
but these are the words
that float through me
as I take my coffee
outside
to sit
just
to sit
to look
to listen
to
breathe
after the rain
everything is starting look very lush
and full
and the birds
bring the garden
to life
the almost silent air
sashays it’s way
through every leaf
and playfully
dances with my hair
an airplane overhead
belly of white
rumbles a tune across the sky
then slowly fades
that all familiar little peep
let’s me know that the woodpecker
has arrived
a soft little toodle
says there’s Mr Blue
and
above the branches of the spruce
I can see garden fairies
attempting to land
in scarlet dresses and stockings to match
least, I think they are fairies
could be wasps or beetles
I suppose…
with very long legs
the mock orange is flowering
such a glorious scent
each time I step out now
her perfume will
enchant me
and I will repeatedly say to my husband
“Mmmmmm
can you smell that !?!”
at the edge of the cabin
I can see on the ceiling
sparkles shimmering and dancing
like reflections from
a disco ball
inviting me of course
to the pond
where the morning sun
has arrived
illuminating life
tadpoles are everywhere
some now sprouting legs!
motoring around, they don’t much like
to sit still
pushing sticks and leaves
as they go
looking down, I spot
the red and white fish
just sitting , patiently
watching me
my Mr. Limpet, he is
Oh, Hello, I say to him
would you like me to get you some food?
he moves his mouth
in polite response
across the way
a flashing of silver strings
the spiders spin
glisten in the sunlight
like the strings of a celestial harp
chick-a-dee dee-dee-dee
I can hear
and the tapping of Mrs. Cardinal
at the window
I suppose the feeder needs
replenishing
I hear that little peep again
and back is Gord
the downy-woodpecker
and with him is Robert
his Mrs.
they have quickly become
my favourite visitors
the dearest little finch
flits around
eager to speak to me
of everything she knows
a sort of large reddish brown spider
runs along the length of my
leg
and although I appreciate the visit
I convince him, that he would look much better
on the ground
a lovely little brown toad
plumps his way to resting
just beside my chair
I greet him cordially
with a large smile
and we sit
just quietly
admiring
then off he goes
through speckles of sunlight
down the garden path
the breeze blows in again
bringing with it savoury smells
my son is in the kitchen
cooking lunch
and I am reminded that I
have not eaten today
but I am not yet ready
to leave this spot
the luxury of this
sit
the sun is warm
and the sky
is blue
and I am at ease
in the world
and I think this picture
could use
just a few more
brush strokes … ♥