Unto the creators of Simple Green
I kneel, knees to nose, in contemplation
to scrub the baseboards in meditation
Oh, though an eternity it might seem,
I bend, sweep and mop for a duration—
a clean floor! I stand in admiration.
© 2015 Sandra R. Davidson [Unaffiliated with Simple Green. Image: See caption for credit.]
Candied Coffee: Sweet, creamy with a touch of vanilla.
To engage the world and remain centered is difficult. I suppose I’m a realist, not glib or glum.
“It is unimaginably hard to do this, to stay conscious and alive in the adult world day in and day out.” —David Foster Wallace
When we first saw the property on which we now live, lovely white blooms were set against emerging green foliage, the tree of which graced us with thumb-sized plums of the right color but whose pits were nearly as large as the fruits! The leaves shaded one end of the drive and a portion of the master bedroom.
The dogs began to eat the fruit—pits and all—as soon as they fell ripe. You can imagine this was a painful lesson and one the dogs repeat at the first available fruit of each year. I also discovered the leaves were shot with holes, bugs and disease. The first year was enough. I wanted something that didn’t seed itself everywhere the chipmunks buried its fruit.
My husband wouldn’t hear of cutting down the tree, commonly called a pioneer plum. We added a Frost Peach and two Rainier Cherry trees near the plum. Sure enough, the pests infecting the plum thought our new additions were tasty.
With a redwood core and bark meat sandwiching a golden ring, the wood will make great art pieces as well as a sampling of plum-smoked edibles. Long live the cherries (and the peach)!
Some days I am crying and alternately on the verge of tears, what doctors would label an eight out of ten, with ten being the worst pain.
Physical pain is an amnesiac. Continue reading
I came across this post today and felt serious resonance. I dare not list all my hobbies and I’ve determined I have to cull the space-intensive ones as there is no opportunity to put a new Sandra’s Hobbies wing on the house.
I’m strongly curious. Often I can’t settle for admiring a hobby; I must put my hands in it and on it.
At the risk of adopting more for myself, what are some of your hobbies?
He supposes I have the patience of a saint. Let me tell you about the meal I burned in saintly impatience today.