Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Thank you for:
The pink flowers
The crane at the park
The sweet smell in the air
Beautiful harvests of green and fragrant and nourishing things
Blue skies with the white clouds
The world all lit up green beneath the evening sun
Cafe Rio and goat cheese and avocados and wheat beer
The iced mochas and the time to write; the sun on my skin, those dark gray clouds and the sunset lighting up the trees all golden against them
The good ripe earth
Sunny mornings and warm afternoons
Margaritas on the Cinco
More of my daughters reenacting Ophelia's watery death in the backyard
Kill my Mojito Mint plant. I named it Hemingway.
Maybe next year,
I will remember to celebrate May Day by leaving blossoms on doorsteps. But this was not that year.
I love you May. I have high hopes for you. Don't let me down.
(those were the manipulation skills I've learned from being a mom).