the garden goes on
far into September nights
when i make salsa


and another quiche
made by my girl while canning
consumed my evening

the garden goes on
far into September nights
when i make salsa
and another quiche
made by my girl while canning
consumed my evening
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
from smoky skies to ice
all the devil’s handiwork
(Earth in humans’ grip)
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
he didn’t want to
(more rejection in my life)
still, he packed his bag
he doesn’t smile
it’s hard to tell what he wants
but it could be worse
and here’s our sunset
framed by glorious aspens,
soft breezes of love
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
sometimes i think: Hell.
twenty days of solid heat.
(Denver in summer)
and then i recall
our glorious altitude
and misty mornings
i will swim for views
only captured here at home
(Denver forever)