2019-06-06 Six, Six, Pickup Sticks

I’m not sure why Day to Day I either have a lot to say or I don’t. Today I don’t.

Do we talk about the weather? Do we talk about how water is the Way and then follow its virtue around rocks and through valleys to the deep blue sea?

Do we talk about how poetry is everything and everywhere? It’s a orange sun impossibly large, sinking into the sherbert horizon, rays of energy splayed up as hands open in gratitude. Another turn and turn and turn. Another stanza recorded as the exit of light plays out on a grand stage.

Or can we just sit in silence and drink in the heat of a new day as it rises from the bricks and dirt in the garden contemplating how all life needs is the Ways of water and light and heat. It’s natural tendency is to face the sun. We should be students of nature. There is much to learn.

When everything else falls away, there is still poetry.

***

The time of the iris is coming to a close for another year and the lilies on the side of the house are starting to open. Some of the seeds I planted in my garden have sprouted – cucumbers, pumpkin, and zinnias. The herbs have not yet, but it’s hard to tell since there’s lots of little green sprouts poking up which could be the spearmint, dill, sage, and cilantro or it could be grass or weeds. I’ve never planted sage or spearmint so I’m not sure what they look like.

The tomatoes and peppers I planted don’t seem to have grown much but it’s hard to gauge at this point. A few hot, sunny days like the one we had yesterday and I’m sure they will really get going.

That’s it.

For today.

I guess.

Peace and Love,

~Miss SugarCookie

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