To Study Our Daughters

Fall Mint

Exposure Changes Everything

Conversations On The Front Porch

The Littlest Frustrations

Are the ones that make you smile

The Untitled

The next ten weeks or so will be extremely busy for me.

I hope I get to write and think a bit.

In the meantime I think I will post my favorite pictures from my summer of playing.

Did I mention this is a borrowed camera from my mother?

I just love that camera!

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I mean I just love that woman!

To Win Some

“I don’t normally introduce myself to strangers”, I said shyly.

“I’m no stranger, I am here every day” he quipped in a soft voice.

I sat down next to him, and feeling bold with nothing to loose I just blurted.

“I think your beautiful, I really would love to take your picture”

“I think you are mistaken” he replied with a smile.

However he smiled like he has heard this before. “What will you do with a photo of me?” he asked.

I might study it some more. I think I might grow up to be an artist.

Soon.

“That might be alright then, but I hope I don’t break that camera of yours.”

We talked then, of the city and growing up and then old.

We agreed that we all win some and loose some. “mostly I have lost some” he said with distance in his eye.

I hope today we both won something. I feel richer by having the courage to stop, not just pass by.

Tomatoes and Onions

Perhaps my new WordPress friends remember when I said that I am a horrible gardener.

That is why I spent the summer foraging.

The truth is this:
My family planted the garden

…and allowed me to weed and water it

We all feel this beautiful sense of pride and ownership.

Do all gardeners feel this great at the end of a summer?

To Study Our Daughters

To look at them as through a glass darkly
They show us some things
Not like before
When we heard and saw everything
Because they believed that we knew everything
Had all the solutions

They believe the trail was blazed by mothers long ago
That we already know the way

Now that she is far from me
I lead her by shadows and suggestions
Pray for her peace
Long to hold her again

To Study Our Daughters

To study my daughter is to see myself more clearly.

I rode that same tractor as a child

Ran from it and all that it represented

Me

And now I am back home

To nurture her in the same nest

Under the same sun

Tapping into the same roots

To stand back and watch her grow

In awe