My mother -- Alice -- has been gone now for nine years, and last night I was sitting alone, in a fidgety mood, and thought: I should call Mom.
Ahhhh.
Don't think that's one I'll ever get used to.
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The yard is slowly-slowly-slowly coming into shape. R. and I de-piled and swept that concrete pad where an old-fashioned camping fire pit has been established by enterprising sons. The sunflowers are planted, there are baby leeks just beginning to perk up, the tomato plants aren't languishing, yet.
And the kitten: the first few days I thought I'd made a mistake -- she was cute (of course), but nothing seemed to be "clicking". But now -- well -- of course she's the cutest thing on four paws! The most intelligent! The most clever! The funniest kitten ever! (Of course.) Today she is six weeks old. A baby. She makes me Laugh! OUT! Loud!
It's warm.
There's light.
Ah -- it's all good.
ReplyDeleteKitty, Kitty, Kitty.....
ReplyDeleteIt sounds as though you are starting to see that there is light at the end of the tunnel!
ReplyDeletePets are waaaayyy more fun that going to a therapist!
ReplyDeleteYou LAUGHED!
ReplyDeleteLove, C.
a kitten is just the thing for a tired heart. and sunflowers! and, they both grow so quickly, bursting with life.
ReplyDeletegood for you to get what you need.
My mother died in 2006, but I still 'call' her all the time. This past few weeks, as we folded up our tent in Florida, mum's photos kept appearing quite randomly...out of the pages of a paperback...falling from the stack of photos hidden inside a photo frame...I know she was comforting me through the process, telling me everything was just fine. These are good conversations T...enjoy them.
ReplyDeleteLove your wee baby...she's a gift.