look out mama
Twelve hours sunlight today. 7 am to 7 pm. Not enough sleep, I am out of tune with this equi-nox.
I've got those springtime blues. Blues in the form of hyacinth smell, red-winged-blackbird song, ice piles disappearing, wakeful eyes. Maybe not so blue after all.
Planted seeds under the nearly full moon. Thinking warm wakeful thoughts to the lacinato kale, the beaver dam peppers, the sheboygan & italian wedding tomatoes, and the geneovese basil. Wake up little seeds, give me a chance to breathe on you. You can live on my porch and have breakfast with me and the cat each morning! And Mike will be back then too, and he'll leave his dirty socks at your feet.
I was a good feminist this weekend. I made out with a dude because I wanted to make out with someone. It was a full moon after all. I told him straight up what I wanted and what was off the table, and when he asked permission for various things I thanked him. So maybe he'll politely ask future ladies for consent. You're welcome, ladies! You're welcome, me.
Biked 15 miles on Friday. It was a springtime wakeup call, suddenly speeding up life. Traffic seemed fast, the potholes were belligerent and numerous. I beat my friends to a bar even though they drove. I still got it! By "it" I mean a sore butt. That is usually what "it" means. There, I said it.
I've got those springtime blues. Blues in the form of hyacinth smell, red-winged-blackbird song, ice piles disappearing, wakeful eyes. Maybe not so blue after all.
Planted seeds under the nearly full moon. Thinking warm wakeful thoughts to the lacinato kale, the beaver dam peppers, the sheboygan & italian wedding tomatoes, and the geneovese basil. Wake up little seeds, give me a chance to breathe on you. You can live on my porch and have breakfast with me and the cat each morning! And Mike will be back then too, and he'll leave his dirty socks at your feet.
I was a good feminist this weekend. I made out with a dude because I wanted to make out with someone. It was a full moon after all. I told him straight up what I wanted and what was off the table, and when he asked permission for various things I thanked him. So maybe he'll politely ask future ladies for consent. You're welcome, ladies! You're welcome, me.
Biked 15 miles on Friday. It was a springtime wakeup call, suddenly speeding up life. Traffic seemed fast, the potholes were belligerent and numerous. I beat my friends to a bar even though they drove. I still got it! By "it" I mean a sore butt. That is usually what "it" means. There, I said it.