The garden has kicked into official summer gear. Harvested lots of lettuce, strawberries (though I ate few myself, and the June-bearers seem to have choked out the ever-bearers), broccoli, cauliflower. Everything is taking off. Soon, the house will be lush with fresh bouquets.
Meantime, I’ve gathered up and shelved all the poetry books from my bedside and reading chair. It’s time to stop reading verse and start writing some. It is sure to be bittersweet, perhaps sad, at first, but still optimistic, if only between the lines. There is a core of joy, a (perhaps naïve) belief in surrender to love, and a peace bestowed by values that are well-founded, deeply rooted, and true, that cannot be denied.
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