today is the last day before school starts.
plain and simple with all that brings.
after a summer of repeated boredom and sibling fighting,
this morning was greeted with seeming divine grace.
i was working in the kitchen when the singing of my three
made its way through the closed window.
hank williams jr’s “family tradition” was the song.
(for good or bad, they know all the words)
through the window an image like one from the hills and hollers:
soup being made over open fire
carrots and water and scraps
old innertubes being used for chairs
shoes nowhere to be seen
old towels and chicken wire for a make-shift rabbit pen
calf bawling in the background
cat skirting in and out
kitchen bowls and cups for animal water
lounging and waiting
hot humid air at 8 in the morning
smoke covering their skin and hair
and hank sung by my children.
really, this is all it took for today to be good.