Monthly Archives: June 2012

b ~ Rubbing its back upon the windowpanes

Looking back, I think there was one truth that defined my childhood: I was never able to get a dog. My grandmother always had little dogs, Chihuahuas and toy poodle mixes. Her neighbor had an Irish setter that was chained

b ~ Rubbing its back upon the windowpanes

Looking back, I think there was one truth that defined my childhood: I was never able to get a dog. My grandmother always had little dogs, Chihuahuas and toy poodle mixes. Her neighbor had an Irish setter that was chained

a ~ Rubbing its back upon the windowpanes

It’s summer vacation, in all it’s glory and gory. Yesterday we mowed the lawn. The boys and I took turns, and I marveled at how far we’ve come from a bouncy seat perched on the porch to almost-brawny kids pushing

a ~ Rubbing its back upon the windowpanes

It’s summer vacation, in all it’s glory and gory. Yesterday we mowed the lawn. The boys and I took turns, and I marveled at how far we’ve come from a bouncy seat perched on the porch to almost-brawny kids pushing

a ~ And indeed there will be time/For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,

Shall I tell you about my sinuses? Because that’s what yellow in the road makes me think of. No? Not much interest in my daily allergy struggles? Neither am I. Let’s talk about time. But that, too, is tedious. Who

a ~ And indeed there will be time/For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,

Shall I tell you about my sinuses? Because that’s what yellow in the road makes me think of. No? Not much interest in my daily allergy struggles? Neither am I. Let’s talk about time. But that, too, is tedious. Who

b ~ And indeed there will be time/For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,

Indeed there will be time this Summer~ To Smell: *The smoke from the grill as it mixes and mingles with the smells from all the grills from the houses up and down our street. *The flowers that we’ve picked from

b ~ And indeed there will be time/For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,

Indeed there will be time this Summer~ To Smell: *The smoke from the grill as it mixes and mingles with the smells from all the grills from the houses up and down our street. *The flowers that we’ve picked from

b ~ Curled once about the house, and fell asleep

Most every evening as the light begins to drain from the sky, the three of us can be found in our beds lost in our own worlds. We read and read and read. Somehow I always last the longest. As

b ~ Curled once about the house, and fell asleep

Most every evening as the light begins to drain from the sky, the three of us can be found in our beds lost in our own worlds. We read and read and read. Somehow I always last the longest. As