Toni Stone June15,2008
401 Buck Hollow Rd
Fairfax, VT 05454
on the bricks
with the ants and the moss
the pool makes it’s own landscaping edges all around.
there are over twenty species of wild flowers!!! the white daisies are supreme.
prominent patches of them scatter around the South side.
the milkweed continues in the West, with purple clover. there is white clover in the East.
violets in the North and “i-can’t-tell-what-yet.” they are
three feet high already. maybe they are Queen Anne’s lace.
Angelo the cat is checking out the new pool side carpet.
he selects instead, to lay on the bricks with ants and moss. birds are chirping. the sun is setting.
Steve is cleaning the pool filter. Angelo is cleaning his fur.
it’s Father’s day. my Dad is gone seven Father’s days now. all the things he had to teach us have been taught.
we know how to get up every day even when we would rather not. we know, no one else is going to do our work for us.
we know what’s past is over and gone. we don’t try to live in yesterday or get it back. we keep going.
we remember that disappointment is not the end of the world. we know people will screw us over unwittingly, unconsciously
or on purpose. we won’t be stopped by it.
we won”t take it personal. we keep a good eye on them after that. . .
we will also stay turned to the carnival crews. some people aren’t wrapped too tight, some are living in another reality,
some don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground
and others are cruising the jungle to see what they can get every day.
thanks to my Father, we did not grow up unwarned into his world.
in Dad’s world, seventy-five percent of people had to be dealt very carefully with..
some of them were even dangerous characters. we were not counting chickens before they hatched.
it’s easier forewarned, to figure out a world and be happy to discover the many good people when you didn’t really expect them.
some of my clients are so shocked to discover the characters cruising to get for themselves alone.
their Dads told them everyone was wonderful.
the birds here are good to listen to, music is who they are. . .
i hear an owl way back in the forest. its starting to get cool. . . sun has already set on June,
Father’s day and the gratitude I have for all the trillion ways my Dad taught me about life. .. even to the point of being okay with him gone.
he gave us all of what he had to give…
he didn’t hold anything back.
the additional parts we had to figure out, we did.
he knew we would…
just like the pool grows its’ own landscaping.
naturally like that.
