There is the fantasy of having a kitchen counter/window
completely free of clutter: plants, marbles, shells;
as well as a ceramic boar from a Red Rose Tea box
and a tiny carved terrier and a jeweler's loupe.
It will never happen.
I repotted all my ferns and geraniums today.
Some of the ferns I've had for over thirty years,
the geraniums possibly ten years. They are my
plant-family. I take cuttings from the geraniums
and the ferns do their spore-thing with amazing
regularity, so I've sent dozens of infant ferns
and geraniums out into the universe over the decades.
After many years of providing residence for a wide
variety of houseplants, I've narrowed my collection
to only ferns, and they thrive and are cheerful
year in and year out.
This sun today -- after days and days of biblical rain --
is a luxury. I want to fold some of it up into envelopes
to save. If one could fold sun, if it would be saved.
There is delight in stirring anything with a very small