By some unknown QUIRK of fate, (or maybe just the hour), I found myself ready to be BLOWN about, pleasantly ungrounded, letting go of everyday travails, existential crises, and familial duties. I poured a cheap merlot, whipped up a batch of pasta, and contentedly munched and sipped my way through a meal. Now I sit on the porch, chilly, chilled out and content. I admire the WOODY stalks that will become heavy with leaves and flowers on our oak leaf hydrangea (WHOSE aspirational attempts to reach the sun are thwarted by the expansive linden tree nearby. I really should do something about that).

Georg’ann

On the TABLE
a plate of cookies
SWIPE a few
Then a few more.

Oh dear. Auntie,
WHOSE wrath is frightful,
will soon to discover
an empty plate.

Heather