It's Still Life

I. Tulips. The yellow ones always open later, and now the whole array of colour brightens the garden. Peder planted all 12 of new rose bushes. I’m thankful that he has a good hip and strong knees (although he broke my shovel, so I bought him a new one because there’s more planting to do.)

II. Danish medisterpølse. Thankful that Brexit didn’t cut ties with Scandinavian food that my husband and I enjoy eating. This was our non-traditional Easter dinner; non-traditional by English standards, at least.

III. A new project about a fictional village called Whittlespeck. A mixture of poetry, prose, and artwork created using Midjourney.

IV. Hot cross buns with lots of Irish butter. Such a treat: the butter is fermented unlike English butter which is churned. The flavour is richer and the texture softer.

V. An afternoon in Kent on a sunny day to see the apple orchards. Thankful that we chose a warm, bright day because the weather dipped and then dripped the next day. The orchards hummed with the sound of bees.

VI. Thankful that the neighbourhood is filled with flowering cherry trees right now. Soon it’ll be snowing pink petals everywhere.

VII. The rosemary bush, which is enormous, is blooming. The bees love it. Thankful we placed it near the clothesline as the scent is picked up in the fabric on a warm day.

VIII. Thankful for beauty in unexpected places.

IX. The first rose of summer is almost ready to open. And I’m thankful that spraying the grapevines is done; it’s a stinky job.

X. Thankful to Denise for hosting Six Sentence Stories. Brigid and Fereil are still on the Rhône River heading south. This week’s mindmapping liturgy for the Six Sentence Story can be read here.