It seems like a faraway memory but it was only a few weeks ago, when I
gathered the family around our patio picnic table to feast.
At the time, it seemed too hot to cook, so I robbed all the chilly morsels
from our refrigerator, added a few items from the store
and grabbed a couple of bunches of flowers.
fist bumped while reaching toward plates in unison,
our eyes devoured the array of colors before a single bite,
inside jokes usher contagious giggles
and gulps of both sweet and tart coolant will always be a distant second
to the refreshing joy of family.
We cleared the table, marveled at the effectiveness of a dollar store fly zapper
and shuffled a deck of card to end the night.
At day’s end, this vase of store-bought flowers flanked the empty table.
Then the real heat hit Oregon.
As Carl and I limped past the table to spray water upon our grass
known as straw and our heat stroked flowers,
the mason jar flowers stood tall.
Our dinners were held before oscillating fans and every once in a while,
I would spy an inch of water in the jar and fill it.
It is not an exaggeration that I survive the heat and little else.
It never occurred to me to bring the flowers inside to be enjoyed
in our house known as the sauna.
After 3 weeks,the flowers were placed among
the compost heap.
Two bunches of flowers whisper to me,
in the harshest and most unbearably hot seasons,
By a slip of my pinky finger (I blame the heat),
I pressed publish before this post was finished
and (shudder) or edited.
Oops…sorry email subscribers!
Instead of what I had originally planned for this post,
this Friday (and hopefully subsequent Fridays),
I will post my 5 small joys of the week.
Believe in joy,
even when it seems like a faraway memory.