I am happy to be
home, to
- my mound of comfy pillows in their Egyptian cotton cases
- my silver long-stemmed rose, weighting pages
- my easy Indian cookbook, awaiting
- a cup or two of white lavender tea in my cup painted with Italian lemons
- the books for my “slow writing” course
- the orchard of young fruit trees ankle-deep in verdant grasses
- the idea of smoked salmon for tacos (brought back from northwest smokehouses)
- a long, contemplative Sunday ahead
- the possibilities of the farmers’ market
- the possibility of jam and croissants
- the choice of walking at Shoreline or just reading all day
And above all, to
time of my own!!!
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