Jumbled thoughts on a summer day that can't arrange themselves....like a puppy underfoot in the kitchen.
Sudden memories and flashes of feelings of...
Bunches of tulips in an old blue enamel pitcher
Ziploc bags, Wonder bread, Jiffy peanut butter, the groceries brought to cow camp
The sound of your socked heel hitting the sole of your boot when you pull them on in the mornings
Beautiful penmanship on new writing paper
Homemade bread, sliced and waiting on a wooden cutting board
Arms tanned so brown that the red glow makes you think of New Mexico's hills
The fringe on your chinks swirling around your boots as you turn
The sound of your horse eating his grain in the morning as your saddling up
Stack of books, new to you, waiting to be read
The smell of hot grease and diesel drifting through the windows when you drive into town for fair
Never mind your fears - they are but shadows in the dark.
xo xo Liz