October 17, 2011

the leaves all dance

fall 2011

The leaves all dance. Some times I watch mesmerized as they twirl and some times I swerve my car
they tricked me
they had legs
they were alive
they looked like

something else.

I write to you from a tiny window of time - at the kitchen counter, quiet but for James Vincent McMorrow and Ivy's soft breathing. She fell asleep on the floor and the boys are not yet home. This is my grand opening.

I'll probably wash dishes, but only because I want to and I like this song.

Note the stove clock and his baffling hours and minutes. Where did this day go? I am in a good place, but still. Another one slipped away.

Tonight will be good. I'll have cookies ready when the bus comes, and we'll eat leftovers for dinner. It will be easy.

I glance at the table and I'm really glad I bought those two sunflowers at the grocery store.

- linking up w/ just write


  1. I took a picture last year on the day after my Mom's surgery (for some reason that feels significant) of a leaf that looks like its crawling across snow - a solemn winter spider. I'll see if I can find it and send it to you... I think you'd appreciate it.

    This was lovely --again capturing a little snippet of my own life in your beautiful words. You are chicken soup for my soul some days. In the least trite way possible. :)

  2. Beautiful. I love the beautiful simplicity of this post.

  3. The days slip away so fast sometimes. I have no idea how...

  4. I loved reading this. I'm glad you bought the sunflowers, too.

  5. With your words, you took me to that peaceful moment in your kitchen. You make a train-of-thought sound beautiful.

  6. Such an adorable photo. I enjoyed the simplicity of this post and the flow. I still find myself constantly wishing that time would slow down just a little bit.

  7. I just love this, Steph:)


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