Feeling
unsettled this morning, I am soothed/smoothed by my wooden measuring spoons, by
the idea of baking scones, by some spicy Kakawa hot chocolate in my small charcoal-gray
pottery mug, by woolen socks, by the Goudy Old Style font with generous serifs.
Yesterday
was sunshine and late breakfast on an outside patio next to a favorite bookstore,
but today is gray and rainy and I've promised to go out later, despite that,
bundling up. If I had curtains to draw
I'd draw them, build a fire, settle with the dog, play Telemann, and lose
myself in the biography of some Italian saint I would be writing, full of local
color (old gold and antique garnets handed down from a great-aunt who traveled
once to Turkey before returning to Boston to work in the map room and make clam
chowder on Fridays with cob-smoked bacon and fresh thyme).
images: Saffron Marigold
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