The coffee beans ground, Maggie and I slipped out to the woods early this morning, leaving Buck to work out whether to design in a fireplace on a glass wall or place it between two rooms as a see-through.
Another gorgeous morning bloomer, some member of the Mallow family, I believe.
Rounding a bend, I saw bright pops of purple yellow, like lollypops.
Walking yesterday afternoon with several of the grandchildren, five year old Julia asked me to tie her shoe. “My big sister told me how to do it,” she explained, seeming to feel this was a skill she should already have mastered, “but when she told me, she talked so fast, I just couldn’t focus.” Looking up into her earnest little face, I had to stop tying the laces and hug that sweet child.
I feel as though I should be able to handle the details of moving, family matters, working with Buck on the house plan and gearing up for virtually living with construction crews for months, and still write with some semblance of coherence.
But, like little Julia, it seems to me my world is spinning a little too fast right now, and I just can’t focus.