we’re at the junction of messy kitchens and suppers on the porch,
homemade axes and a decades old porch swing,
parts of the house not needing repair and most of it in need,
coffee and shrines complete with cups of milk,
a 100% polyester snap down and big grasshoppers,
hanging skirts and vaseline in the front yard with a playmobil fence stuck in it (?!?!??!?) .
it’s good life. but…
i recognized in myself a desire to leave. jerry pulled in the driveway and i wanted to go. not because it was a hard day, but because i wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the day. with a five minute processing of the truth, we agreed to fake joy and do something together.
this is where we are. and it’s working.
prairie daze 
Woo… hauntingly familiar.
*grin*
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Oh, how tender the reality of it all. Glad you have each other. As you know, Mom’s in Morden. I’m not! I’m out for a walk in the Forest Preserve and thought I’d check on your blog while walking. Made me feel warm, thankful, but melancholy all at once. Love you, Dad
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oh, i love the house colors!!!!
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I love both your blogs. I love how real and genuine you are. I am blessed each time I visit. Thank you.
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Is that a real grasshopper on Naomi’s fingers? How can she make it hop on her fingers?
Where you are seems so real to me.
I would love to visit where you are.
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