bummed...

this blog post is an ode.

an ode to days goneby,

where cheerful but un-useful pots were given a second chance.

happy to be repurposed

 for the last year,

they had become the hands that embraced my garden

out front of the studio.

it happened slowly.

a broken sugar jar...

vanished.

a cup found far from home.

and now, a huge gaping hole. all at once.

where someone took my garden love and made it theirs.

i knew it would happen. i didnt even think i d mind.

but i do.

those dirty thieves took a matching set

2 or 3 atleast

of blistered pinholed faultily glazed bowls.

i know! i should be happy that someone loves them

enough to take them home and use them in their state of fault.

but some how i am offended.

the blank hole not filled.

i took away the garden hands today. and replaced them with  a fence.

boo thieves. you stink!

i am not a poet, but will pretend to be one for today.

where i live

 wait all winter

(and oh what an incredibly long seeming winter it is!)

for the warm weather to return to this loveliness.

the chrystal coast.

january.

old man winter hardly blessing us with enough sunlight in a day.

sleepy    dull     damp     windy.

.where the sky and the ocean are one.

a reflection of above

 and below.

bleak. gray

 restaurants close and the big glass window  stores barely turn their lights on.

 the streets once bustling with families

on bicycles,

kids

with icecream smeared by salty hands across  pink skin sun faces.

empty.

 we take solace in the comfort of our friends. our community our lifeline.

then april.

thank you april.

mosquito whirrrr bi-izzzzz still silent.

i uncurl my toes. the sun is hot. at last.

i stretch my body

 flat to the mother.

earth.

and let the the sun a down blanket cover me 

warm

 shorts

flipflops

torture. willing on the arrival of may and june.

  the breeze is still so so cold.

on the boats

man. navigating.

child. mother. only the top of a head tentatively peering over the bow.

mmmm sun.

tingly pinprick bumps covering my skin. hair standing up.brrrr...

5 ten more degrees. almost there.

i dont care. so soon.

so soon....

( sigh. close my eyes. the corners of my lips turn upward)

happy