grace grits and gardening

ramblings from an arkansas farm girl

Sangria

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100 Words on Saturday – Week 11: Write exactly 100 words based on the picture prompt…

I blamed the sangria.
I needed to blame something tangible rather than fate or a connection written in the stars.
Could two strangers be drawn together by the mere tug of planets? I would like to believe so, but I blamed the sangria. And the heady smell of his cologne mixed with aromas of a faraway land. Exotic and different.
I felt different.
Ignoring the attraction, we made small talk, the same in any language.
Could he hear my heartbeat? Could he read my thoughts?
As he pulled me into the doorway, I thought so.
Still I blamed the sangria.

meet me in the morning

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a spring day sings, brings joy,
simple and easy, flowers
bloom without urging
a gentle breeze stirs
the heart and soul, 
yet with no hint
of the wicked 
night ahead
 devastation
erases 
the day
bringing
despair
loss
awe
talya

Musical Pairing

Meet Me In the Morning, Bob Dylan

College Boy

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My son is home from college

just in time for Mother’s Day.

Only for a week,

but still his sounds comfort me.

Piles of dirty laundry

spill from the utility room.

The washer and dryer work overtime

spinning and churning

as he takes command of my space.

Downstairs I hear the rattle

of plates and silverware

as he prepares a snack,

reloading, re-energizing

after another semester,

another week of finals.

He eats every three hours,

just as he did when he was a baby,

when I was the center of his life,

when the world was new and not so large.

This is his birthday week.

Twenty years old…

The world is vast

and his for the taking.

Happy Birthday Tate!

tate’s mom

“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?” – Dr. Seuss

Musical Pairing:
The Beatles, Birthday Song

Food. Farm. Garden. Life.

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