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Maine in May is unpredictable, so yes, it's like every other month in Maine weather men are often a day late, a rainy day ends in sunshine and rainbows strong winds can keep even the saltiest of swimmers on shore. and restaurants can be closed at a moment's notice, because people matter more than prices. but for now, brilliant dandelions spread their magic across the grass as I wait for three consecutive sunny days to paint my front doors. the color? you ask? why, Mustard See
I am like the tall dead tree staring at me as I do my morning exercises. All of her youthful beauty now gone, she stands, silently, still surrendering her limbs as a resting place for birds. I stretch my own tired limbs, inviting the day’s life force to lubricate my joints, much like the tin man in the Wizard Of Oz. And we both know that soon enough we will be composted for new life to begin, to be mirrored in the springtime blossoms, the delicate dances of ballerinas, and t
just a thought I was scrubbing the pan I used to cook last night’s dinner it required extra care, and extra soap, as my eyes aren’t what they use to be, it required extra attention. in the foggy morning light. feeling the warm water wash away remnants of the stir-fry dinner all while noticing my back yard crows having stopped by for their breakfast gift of crumbs and peanuts. I had a thought, maybe silly, maybe profound who cares anyway. thoughts are for investigating and p