7 May
Yesterday I moved the houseplants outside to the terrace in the sun, the fish bowl in their dappled shade, and danced the hose sprinkler over them all. The oak leaves are slightly larger than squirrels' ears—just past corn-planting time in Virginia. A revel in my garden—wind, sun, dandelions, buttercups, and violets.
---It was on just such days as these that I first began to know my father, during a bright spring when, apparently considered in some way ailing, I was made to lie in the sun a lot. My father would wrap me, still in a babyish one-piece cambric undergarment, in a steamer rug, round and round like a cocoon, and place me on a long chair on our brick terrace under the grapevine trellis. He would then settle himself next to me in the morning sunshine and keep me company. I don't remember that he read to me—though this was the Peter Rabbit era, and I adored hearing stories and seeing pictures; I just remember silence. A kind of meditative companionship that has always been most dear to me: profound unanimity.
---It was on just such days as these that I first began to know my father, during a bright spring when, apparently considered in some way ailing, I was made to lie in the sun a lot. My father would wrap me, still in a babyish one-piece cambric undergarment, in a steamer rug, round and round like a cocoon, and place me on a long chair on our brick terrace under the grapevine trellis. He would then settle himself next to me in the morning sunshine and keep me company. I don't remember that he read to me—though this was the Peter Rabbit era, and I adored hearing stories and seeing pictures; I just remember silence. A kind of meditative companionship that has always been most dear to me: profound unanimity.
[Not so sunny here this morning, except above the clouds; but i always try to feel some sunshine in my heart, whatever the weather on the ground. Enjoy the day, peeps.
And until we meet again, may whatever gods you believe in hold you in the palms of their hands.]
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