the blue muse

This is the lattice wall that was crushed in our late Spring snowfall. I managed to save one branch of the rosebush that had grown to completely cover the lattice, the rosebush whose weight caused the wall to come down.

And now, the wall has been fixed and the rosebush, like the rest of my garden, is in recovery mode. We haven’t had a real rain in a month. I spend lots of time moving hoses and watering pots.

My skin is brown, my face is freckled, my hair is sun-faded.

I live in sundresses and flip-flops. I work and watch bees and butterflies from my studio window. Birds chirp and frogs make me smile and grasshoppers tease naughty kittens.

I sit and drink tea in the mornings, and come out at dusk to listen as the world tucks itself in for the night.

Robins sing the lullabye of summer.

And life is good.