I am being rained
upon by olive blossoms— something I didn’t know existed, until last summer when
I set up my lovely patio seating under the olive trees (with kilims, rugs, and
spotted cat).
My bread is rising
for its baking tomorrow—lemon zest and rosemary, the classic recipe. And so my hands are fragrant with both,
from zesting and chopping, and our dreams will rise yeasted with the
linen-covered bread bowl on the bedroom floor (the temperature less problematic
there).
The deep red roses
grace the orchard to the left of the cottage, the little lime tree grows taller
each day against the fence, and quails are calling in the distance to my
right. The strand of gorgeous new
silk birds hangs on a branch near me, a plane passes over the house, headed to
unknown destinations, and all is blissful in my peaceful home world. I’m reminded of the old Peanuts cartoon
I saw again this week—
“What do you think you’d like to be when you grow up, Linus?”
“Outrageously happy!”
And now a
ruby-throated hummingbird has just come to the red geranium, a flower pilgrim,
a tiny djin granting that wish.
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Bird Bell Tota
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