There is a quietude to our house today.
The boys ask me if I'll put Space Buddies on. It is 3:30 in the afternoon, still time to do so much. But it is so hot, and this heat is weighing me down. So I tell them yes, they can watch a movie. And I make an iced mocha.
Two love notes linger. Seven years married.
Summer of Reading booklets cover the kitchen island, needing to be filled out, prizes claimed.
A few weeks ago I bought a Polaroid Land Camera. I paid eighteen dollars for it. It has five unused sheets of film in it. As far as I know, Polaroid no longer makes film for these cameras. I've been thinking hard about what five photos I will take. Five photos! Nature? The shore in Maine next month? The little ones? Will they even turn out?
A new bird family has taken up residence around our house. I've been watching them closely; my neighbor, too. Between her guide book and mine we have decided this new beauty is a Say's Phoebe. Their bellies -rusty cantaloupe - so beautiful. I listen to their song as I tidy up the kitchen. Peer-ur, peer-ur. Inside, I listen to my silent call, blessed, blessed.
