Tuesday, June 25, 2013


Several weeks ago, I inadvertently shared my morning coffee with my laptop. While she was drying out, I took advantage of the lack of distraction and found myself busy doing, well, not much and everything at once, daydreaming, mostly. The Japanese have a word for staring vacantly into the distance: boketto. Here reside the most important thoughts, the ones you can't control; the escape artist mischief makers.. Frances Mayes wrote, "Only in looking back do you find those crumbs you dropped that marked your way forward." Boketto is the bakery for those crumbs.

Many hours have been passed painting, strolling farmer's markets, watching the baby learn to sit on her own, and enjoying dinners al fresco. I've been in constant amazement as the older children grow inches overnight like the sunflowers out back and eat more food than I can in a sitting. I've stared off into space each morning watering the rogue pumpkin vine, a surprise gift from the compost of last year's jack-o-lantern, knowing this will be the last summer I will spend in this particular backyard. I've donated artwork to the community garden here for their marketing, I've attempted to read three terrible books, finished two really good ones, and have hesitantly taken the first bittersweet steps towards uprooting us all and moving to another state. 

I have no idea what the next year will bring, but I know enough to take the time to appreciate what the now has to offer. So far, the tastes, textures, smells, colors, and light of June have been glorious and not soon forgotten.