Chama river, mid day.
Texas Summer
I am leaving all these beautiful greens for lovely New Mexican reds. The truck is loaded: 6 bikes, camping gear for 6, several totes of art supplies, and maybe even room for a toothpick or two…it is going to be a good summer! If you are along with me on this journey…we are headed to New Mexico!
Our Baseball Sunset
It has been a lovely spring here in North Texas. The breezes have been frequent, the wildflowers abundant, and the baseball diamonds full of life. I love the sounds of an evening in the ballpark: the smack of the ball, the call of the coaches, the one liners of the baseball nuts in the stands, the roar of the crowds, and the support calls and cheers of team mates. Last night was the last game of our season, it was a good one, the season and the game. The boys played well and supported each other, the community grew smaller as people made connections and relationships through conversations in the bleachers. Siblings that didn’t know each other became friends, and learned the valuable skill of passing hours and hours while their brothers played and parents and grandparents watched the games. I am humbled by our coaches who have given our sons such a valuable gift: of their talent and time – both in abundance. They taught our boys skills, and sportsmanship, when to fight and when to let it go. “Play every play with all your heart, but just remember whatever happens on this field stays on this field.”
Last Day of School
It was pouring rain the last day of school. Here is my family waiting for the bus under their umbrellas. It was a great year, now SUMMER HERE WE COME!!!!
Sunset in Purple and Red
Many years ago I saw this poem pinned to a red hat in an antique store. I found it! Thank you google.
“Warning”
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
~Jenny Joseph
Sunrise 5 May
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.
William Blake
First Light on the Chama River
I love how the light creeps down into this canyon at dawn. Church bells for Lauds ringing as I finished.
Morning Light
I wonder if other children have to eat breakfast in the dark to fully appreciate the sun rising outside? Mine of course have known no other way, but now that summer is near, they usually miss the sunrise. As the days grow longer, there is even enough light to sneak in a painting before breakfast. This is my view from my kitchen sink.
Climbing Tree
Climbing Trees: A Poem
By Joe Suzz
Mom seeking quiet
Hurried me outside:
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Forgetting my shoes by the front closet,
Leaving my socks on the back porch
Through the screen door, then,
Running to the canopying maples
Just past the clustered pines,
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Mom had things to do, but she gravitated towards
The double paned glass.
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Star burning energy, glimpses of sensation:
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Climbing high enough to see Robin’s nest,
It’s fluttering wings, perched on the twisted twigs,
Feeding its young.
I perched myself a time or two. Watching my dog, Nicky, chasing squirrels
Along the fence. Sometimes, seeing my mom through the branches.
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In the crossing of brief moments,
Childhood eclipsed.
Wildflower Heaven
Beautifully colorful. Almost gaudy. It is a fine line, my 6 year old walks it all the time.
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