sunday morning home:
hot tea and warm blueberries bursting,
we three at the table;
our heads bent over books,
paper and ink,
blueberry pancakes.
off for the day:
skates packed in the back of the car,
hoping for a cleared pond somewhere.
somewhere north of home.
the search for a frozen pond became clearly futile,
and we instead looked for a virgin hill.
finding one, he packed a path down,
set off with anna between his knees.
then sent her off on her own.
then got me out of the car,
sent me down
straight down with her standing,
me screaming "too fast"
and finally landing deep in snow,
in jeans and a skirt,
in fingerless gloves.
laughing and retreating back to the car.
a thermos full of tea waiting for them
when they climbed back up the last time,
climbed in stripping off their own wet pants.
driving now around connecticut partially dressed:
drinking tea with honey;
eating blue cheese and rice crackers,
peanut butter cookies and macaroons,
salami and an apple.
perhaps the oddest, happiest moveable feast.
another week begins.
best wishes,
tt
