September travel?
we can learn geology
and visit arches
we can buy peaches
from the orchards where they’re grown
relishing their juice
yet COVID follows
with at-capacity parks,
a shut-down ghost town
my motto follows:
be prepared. pack sushi, fruit.
drive towards the sunset.
find the world’s curves
where the sky clears away smoke
and we can just. breathe.
the garden goes on
far into September nights
when i make salsa
and another quiche
made by my girl while canning
consumed my evening
fall aspens: golden
it’s worth the annual drive
and finding our path
instructions, really?
i’ll pour it into a pan
and hope for the best
zucchini: the best.
it will make anything work
(yes, like my husband)
can you imagine?
finding this at age nineteen?
this gem of a love?
why, yes, that’s a bloom
after a summer snowstorm
they both still love me
first zucchini bread
(waiting for winter like me)
the sweetest present
after the sun sets
stars put on their midnight show
in dark sky country
always find water.
brings relief to a hot hike
or just a hot day.
i will hike alone
well my puppy comes, of course
we seek alpine lakes
yet i must admit
this elevation gain kills
forty-something legs
but when the lake shines
on my ever-happy pup
it is so worth it
garden donations:
(nice to have gardening friends
who offer seeds, plants)
why yes, i bake things
(zucchini things in summer)
feels like Hell’s Kitchen
my oven burned me
burned us all with its heat spread
well, not anymore
that’s right, baby:
a 9×13 glass dish,
two 8-inch cake pans
this Breville will hold
a 12-inch cast iron pan
without burning us
worth every penny
(it’s not even Christmas yet)
boy am i ready
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