And also this.
My hair is falling out, the last telltale effects of hormones snapping back to a baseline after pregnancy, and I find it everywhere: on my clothes, in Sprout’s clenched fists, in the bristles of my purple handled brush.
Outside it is gray and cold and raining, the second day in a row. On the windowsill [...]
This.
Yesterday, this: four miles.
We ran with the sun on our faces, the air heavy and sweet with cut grass and the last of the lilacs, ferns everywhere like green paper cutouts along the roadside. The ground was damp, the gravel singing underfoot. Four miles and I could feel my quads loosen, my legs [...]
Today more coffee.
Today not enough sleep. We need bananas, paper towels, bread. The dishwasher needs unloading. It always astounds me how life keeps coming back to these things. To bread and dishes. To sleep. To love.
Today I sit on the couch and press my nose into that warm place behind Sprout’s tiny ear and whisper. I [...]
A new productive
Hi. It’s a rainy Friday, and sadly I haven’t posted nearly as much as I’d hoped this week. Excuses: my camera is broken (alas, DH accidentally dropped it) and every available minute at the keyboard was spent finishing a piece I want to send out today. Also: 7 baby New Hampshire red chicks in a [...]
We sleep and then we dream.
In bed, the sheets unwashed, the windows wide open to the thrumming late spring sounds of night: beetles the size of a child’s fist buzzing about drunkenly, fat winged moths, bats darting in sonic zigzags in the lilac scented air. In bed, his body next to mine. I turn my back, make an opposing spoon, [...]
Topographs::5
Sticky little boy kisses, planting more seed starts, stormy skies, dragon rolls & sashimi with a good friend, a new New Yorker in the mail box, lemon frosted cupcakes, Lego rocket ships, and Sprout’s endless beautiful smiles.
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Also listening to this. Have you seen/heard it? Bean and I couldn’t get enough this morning over [...]
What we hold with our hands
He’s come to our bed in the morning light. The covers are unwashed and rumpled. I am still thickly, mostly asleep, my eyes closed, my nose pressed against the warm fuzzy head of Sprout who has drifted back to sleep after being awake for the better part of the two previous hours. It is 6:30 [...]
Recuperating
Tonight I feel like lint flicked from a pocket on the breeze, or like a piece sky blue ribbon caught in a snarl of twigs, or like a small field mouse, ears transparent and patterned with intricate veins betraying a tiny fluttering pulse, curled into a nest of fuzz and scraps of cloth beneath the [...]
Ugh.
I have mastitis and feel like crap.
Help me take my mind off it by leaving me fascinating links in the comments from the last post. Or just whimper with me. Whichever.
Windows
I have been noticing windows this week. Squares and rectangles with light pouring in, raw and bright, the way that new spring light does.
I’ve been noticing the way windows frame a view, just so: six small squares of pine and red maple sprouting tiny buds through the glass in the solid cherry wood of the [...]