Dandelion Season

It is the season of dandelion seeds here at our cottage.

Daily they spring to life to spread their word by the next sundown

and I could not resist capturing a few on golden brass and fine silver.

Hammers rang 'rejoice!' and Paul Simon played loud this week in the studio.

I sang along especially loud to "Loves me Like a Rock"

wondering about my son getting older

and remembering his tender years with gospel-tinted joy.

So may it be!

I watch as he plays with a spatula and laminated paper, stirring it on the floor

lost in solitary play

healthy and laughing at some private joke

as Janey hovers near him.

I love him like the rock of ages.

This morning we bid this beautiful man goodbye,

waving from the train station platform.

Orion pointed his chubby finger at everything that passed 

and I listed the spoils of his wonderment:

"train!"

"man!"

"bag!"

"sign!"

all the while smiling

that he has come to this place of looking at the world.

Life is tender here

ephemeral and sweet

.

I am wishing you the best day today...

wishing

that life gathers around you and lifts you high

like a seed on the wind,

lighter than air.

xoxox,

A