I bought a very old, wood sewing machine table at Goodwill yesterday for $7.50. Can you believe that? I must conclude that someone didn't know what they had, because this is a very nice piece of furniture, and perfect working order.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Vintage Sewing Machine Table
I bought a very old, wood sewing machine table at Goodwill yesterday for $7.50. Can you believe that? I must conclude that someone didn't know what they had, because this is a very nice piece of furniture, and perfect working order.
Thursday, July 07, 2011
Complacent
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Thoughts After Bedtime At Friendly Acres
You give me poems to write:
space for me and mine to work out
our idiosyncrasies here
in a place Friendly to such things.
There is so much opportunity.
I am afraid to go to sleep,
even at 11:32 PM, when
my children have long since
left their struggles to find rest;
when my husband has been in bed
for at least an hour without me.
You must understand, this is unheard of.
Home is a complicated combination
of many ingredients. He is the first.
My children are a close second,
and after that, it's all a matter
of geography, and being in the same space
together--safe and somewhat understood,
if only for a moment.
You needn't catch every nuance;
understand every shade of meaning
entailed within our struggles.
The matter is only one of willingness
to be present, to endure,
to come together at the end of the day
on the porch with the sun in our eyes
aware that the time is slipping past us;
this won't last. We have to enjoy of each other
what we can, while we can.
That's what matters most.
Friday, July 01, 2011
The Porch
The porch is a good place to sit
and take in the rest of the farm.
Mail comes when it comes,
and if I sit here, I know when
to walk down the driveway and retrieve
the junk and what I imagine are rare
precious posts--perhaps less rare here
in such a friendly corner of the world.
The wind is cool, just right
on a day when, if I step off the porch
into the sunlight, I'm a little too warm
for comfort. The leaves are singing,
the sky is lazy, the trees are wearing
shadowy skirts that brush the grass
a darker shade of lovely.