Memorial Day Weekend. I should be here: this is Cafe Heaven in Provincetown. It could be the best breakfast place in free world.
But I am not there: I am here. In my yard.
With some energetic silly weekend company
Looking into windows
and fretting about the explosion of chipmunks who live in this old stone wall and who dig tunnels in my yard (can it be that there is truly no humane way to make this work or make them leave?)
I am bragging about my flowers
& enjoying the fact that JB and I are not reluctant to have a flock of tacky flamingos in the front yard
I'm admiring my back yard
& thankful to share it
And following JB's example I'm ready to let my favorite season slow me down
As of now, because of my Mother's ups and downs I won't be in Provincetown as often as I planned. But you know what? It's about time I've learned how to stay steady when the winds blow. And means being where I am, not judging, and noticing. Really. I mean it.