Son of Sol

my yellow lupine
has burst into my garden
with soft-petaled joy

CycleLife

"bikes for everyone"
is our summer camp motto
(if not, it should be)

what did we just learn?
first, bike vocabulary:
then, real practice

the best from today?
my daughter's helpful patience
(a prospective teacher)

at sixteen years old
learning to ride can be hard
(a kind heart can help)

childhood bullies
prevented her from riding
till my girl taught her

no award for this
no graduation medal
yet, better than gold

cycle summer camp--
real-life language lessons
(fix, pump, pedal, grin)

recent garden news:
our tenth homegrown salad meal, 
lupines, lilies, love

a rainy weekend
yet with my loving daughter
nothing was flooded

the most perfect park
the most perfect afternoon
marred by words, actions

my innocent girl
who only wanted this day
not a broken mom

but it's just a blur
one day bleeds into the next
watered with defeat

yoga, gardening:
life skills and English practice
midsummer dream

surrounded by blooms
(yet the reality kills)
as they slowly die

eighteen long months late,
we celebrate our friendship
of thirty short years

she survived COVID
now, we're both vaccinated
to celebrate love

what a perfect place
green grounds, infinity pool
for endless friendship

summer garden joys:
second of many salads
grown and cut by me