i turned my back on my kitchen sink and headed off to bed tonight…even the minimal in me grinning at the cluttered state of my sill…
there’s a little purple saintpaulia…with two sweet little blooms…that grammy brought to cheer her mama, gramma mary, when she was living out her last few days here. and it just stayed on…thankfully…the thoughts of them it continually conjures up keeping me company while my hands are so often in the sink…
and there’s four, plump, red-ripe tomatoes that somehow found their way there from our always-generous mister paul and miss mary across the street…
and there’s a little, white bottle full of melatonin…that my midwife knew would help my pregnant brain settle down to sleep…
and there’s (even) a bloody tooth that was yanked out by that determined ten-year-old right before she headed off to dream…
and there’s a curiously-angular rock that grampy and that emma-girl…so very little at the time…painted during one of our visits with them. his sweet little red heart in the middle…her splotches of color o’er the rest…
and there’s a tiny rectangle of wood framing one of my most favorite pictures of him…when we were both still so young…and relishing in one of those most-memorable days on “our” island…
and there’s a dainty, little silk sunflower that three-year-old jack found and presented to me when we were very first settling in here…“picked” for me from out of the overabundance of gramma mary’s craft supplies still left over down in the basement…
and it should probably all be tidied tomorrow…especially that tooth!
but for tonight…it’s just an utterly lovely reminder…again…that there is life here!
so much life having been lived…being lived…right here!
