In the Slow Lane
I had the day off on Monday, which was nice because it gave me the rare chance to look around and appreciate. I could go slow. I didn’t have to rush. Rushing ruins everything.
I had time to sit in the dry brown grass and eat satsumas off our tree. I sat there like a lizard, soaking up the sun, and my thoughts were very simple. I was thinking about satsumas–how pretty they are and how good they taste.
I played with the cats and spoiled them terribly. I let June sit in the laundry basket, for example, for about an hour, on top of the clean laundry. She was quite pleased. She looked very proud, so I guess in cat culture relaxing in a laundry basket is considered cool and not absurd.
June in the laundry basket |
Carl dozing nearby. He tried to take a turn in the laundry basket, but June wasn’t sharing. |
I weeded around the front steps in a careful, unhurried way, coming across a cocoon and a sleepy little snake. There were lots of earthworms where I was working, and the whole bed smelled like Christmastime because it was covered in a layer of spruce-pine needles.
Snapdragons |
My supper wasn’t exactly fancy. It was cranberry sauce, my favorite dish to make. The recipe’s so easy, and it’s fun when the water boils and the berries start popping. I like to eat my sauce piping hot, which most people think is weird, but it sure made for a cozy meal. I ate in the kitchen by candlelight (orange Halloween tealights) as a cold front moved in. The screen door kept banging in the wild, dark wind.