There are more snakes in the weeds than you would like to believe.
Black widows everywhere. I must be stupid and unsafe.
They crunch when crushed.
Every boy I know says, “eww, I don’t want to get bitten!”
Soft little wimps. But they’ll call us women.
I grew up being taught it’s a weakness.
But I have yet to see men grow up as tough.
I’m heading into the era of no complaints.
Hummingbird flew in the house today. Cute little thing. I’ve named him Henry.
The sky wants to rain on me but just can’t seem to get free.
Did jumping jacks in the hallway. What a feat, what an adventure, what a freak.
Skylight closed on me last night, rain sensor tripping.
Raindrops on the porch, so few it’s silly.
Things are only going up, up, up!
Made a new good fortune jar. Filled it with rice, spices, gemstones, and cinnamon.
Even a little blue bird’s feather.
Everything can be remade, except rust.
Black bumble bees still romancing flower petals through the late summer dust.