Spooked

My CD player is slowly dying.
Not surprising as it was purchased in the early 90's, one of those first multiple disk players... it looks like a record player, it's big, it's bulky, it only holds 5 disks.

It's current problem? The last song of most disks won't play without skipping, or, the first song of the  next disk doesn't play... well, it doesn't not play... it just takes it's time getting started.

Tonight I was sitting working away in silence.
For a good 10 or 15 minutes... when suddenly David Simard comes on (loudly).
Thankfully I love him.
So I was only scared for about half a second, then I started to sing along (loudly).

Go give him a listen. You won't be scared for even half a second.

a gift for a friend

Dancing all around

tiny heads bobbing in a roar that covers my ears

steals my voice

blinds my eyes

whips my skirt

we can't help but race

and fall exhausted onto the warm earth, cool grass

purple waves in the fields

she brings song and scents and floods me with memories

eyes closed

warm face

toes exposed

letting the pace fall away

letting the days fall away

content

** this summer we made a special gift for the hobbit's birthday- this was my little contribution. you should see how the finished product turned out!

The picture is from the top of the lavender farm (aka SVFF's home) in June. The day was sunny, the wind high. The grass in the field below swung in waves... I didn't want to pick weeds, I just wanted to sit and take it all in. or run... down the hill, and fall into the grass.
It was also the day I got poison ivy for the first time.
Now, I've gotten poison ivy in the past- but only in tiny amounts. A dot here or there, often just one between my fingers or toes... this ended up being several inches long on the side of my leg. I've never been so itchy in my life. Eventually it started to fade... and I got it a second time... much much much worse. My ankle swelled, it oozed, it crusted, it hurt, it ITCHED. deep down itch. Painful itch.

Today in the garden I had to pick some poison ivy... I've never been so worried about three little leaves in my entire life.

a sometimes joke.

I know I joke about it a lot... but really...
I want to be your backup singer.

sheesh.

When you live the life of a folk song...

... you're bound to have someone write down everything you say... in hope....

"we grew everything but peas, momma wouldn't shuck them"

sheesh.