Joy
Arrogant Rian has many talents.
I practiced one of them early this afternoon, in the back yard, an hour after the morning fog had burned away.
The sky was blue, so blue. Clear and free of clouds. Pine trees spiraling up and up. Twas almost like staring upsidedown into a bottomless, still sea.
Rian stood on the grass. The soil was soggy and moved beneath Rian's soles, the damp grass stuck between my toes. Just above my head the newly pruned apple tree bobbed in golden sun puddles. There are one or two white blossoms restarting; the tree is confused.
Connected to an orange cord, I bent over the small head between my hands.
ZZzzzZZz. Running the shuddering blades over that perfect skull, watching as small clumps of golden fuzz drifted to the grass. ZZzzzz. Stroking here and there, over a beloved neck and a pink fold of a perfect ear.
"Mum!" Aidan cried from his impromptu barber's chair. "Qwirrel!"
"Yes." Rian smiled, steadying the impatient child. "The squirrels are talking. It is time to collect nuts, they say. Hurry, hurry! Fall is coming."
Overhead the squirrels scolded Rian's impertinence and Rian smiled.
Sometimes life is as perfect as a loved one's small joy.
I practiced one of them early this afternoon, in the back yard, an hour after the morning fog had burned away.
The sky was blue, so blue. Clear and free of clouds. Pine trees spiraling up and up. Twas almost like staring upsidedown into a bottomless, still sea.
Rian stood on the grass. The soil was soggy and moved beneath Rian's soles, the damp grass stuck between my toes. Just above my head the newly pruned apple tree bobbed in golden sun puddles. There are one or two white blossoms restarting; the tree is confused.
Connected to an orange cord, I bent over the small head between my hands.
ZZzzzZZz. Running the shuddering blades over that perfect skull, watching as small clumps of golden fuzz drifted to the grass. ZZzzzz. Stroking here and there, over a beloved neck and a pink fold of a perfect ear.
"Mum!" Aidan cried from his impromptu barber's chair. "Qwirrel!"
"Yes." Rian smiled, steadying the impatient child. "The squirrels are talking. It is time to collect nuts, they say. Hurry, hurry! Fall is coming."
Overhead the squirrels scolded Rian's impertinence and Rian smiled.
Sometimes life is as perfect as a loved one's small joy.
posted by La Tulipe | 1:32 PM
7 Comments:
I like your joy sightings. They make me more mindful. But weren't you concerned that Aidan was seeing Harry Potter characters in your yard?
Hmm.
He did indeed say 'snape!' but Rian supposed the child was simply referring to the garden hose.
Quirrel and Snape? How are you at Defence Against the Dark Arts?
*sniggers* Snaaaape!
Does Aidan still look like Brad Pitt?
*cracks up* Evil Em!
Potter, Potter, Potter, Potter.. Weasley! Weasley!
Thank god someone got the reference. Now all I can think of is Q in Sydney going 'Snaaaape! Snaaaaaaape!'
lovely, lovely.
Our squirrels do not chatter like the eastern squirrels I grew up with.
I long for fall.
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