“When I am alone the flowers are really seen; I can pay attention to them. They are felt as presences. Without them I would die. Why do I say that? Partly because they change before my eyes. They live and die in a few days; they keep me closely in touch with process, with growth, and also with dying. I am floated on their moments.”

a beautiful summer day,
coffee in my pajamas with Baker on the deck,
the quiet that surrounds us, the bunny that hopped by
watching the first boats out on the lake
stick class at the marina, kites flying, picnic blankets spread about
talking around the BBQ while he grills the chicken
he cooks for us, and once again the food is amazing
how I see glimmers of the little boy he once was,
a tilt of the head, his laugh, the way he smiles

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