I adore the rain. Can’t help myself. Rain means Good Earth sweet and spicy roiboos tea. Claude Bolling and Jean-Pierre Rampal on vinyl. A thick blanket warm from the dryer. I’m folding down and away, curling in, matting with the wet leaves.
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morning
I lit a candle in the dark morning hours and sat in silence with my nine year-old. We stayed in the quiet for only five minutes and then the day had to begin. My favorite part of the morning: the kids and I singing Looney Tunes words to the overture of Rossini’s Barber of Seville. Leftover drop biscuits held spoonfuls of homemade jam, or in some cases, small piles of Nutella.