the way home

        “The house was quiet and the night was calm” ~ Wallace Stevens      

rich

                  hide and go seek in her greenhouse pots of iris and gladiola bulbs the air was thick and rich with the scent of dirt      

morning fuel

      “There’s a safety in thinking in a diner. You can have your coffee or your milk shake, and you can go off into strange dark areas, and always come back to the safety of the diner.”   ~ David Lynch, Catching the Big Fish: Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity          

big red

      our clubhouse was in the hayloft of the old barn hot and stuffy in summer freezing cold in winter we listened to Beatle records over and over again on a dusty turntable    

warmth

      the sweet scent of oranges warm yellow walls her curtains were gingham like the aprons she sewed