English Pear & Sweet Pea, 

we are English and we are Anglophiles. 

He compares me to a tender pear, 

soft flesh, delicate warm skin, bruised easily, 

tender to the touch, ripe and ever so sweet tasting.

and one of his many nicknames of affection, 

he calls me pod pea, for I am the tiniest, greenest, 

cheeriest little pea, 

the poppiest pea in the pod ;)

what a multi layered gift of the finest 

perfume, 

perfectly encapsulates 

me, 

in a lovely fresh fragrance, 

in a tiny glass

bottle. 

happiest 19th wedded bliss, my love..

6/15/2026

the opposite of cacophony

I have made some new friends. 

they are composers, 

yet also off the record, 

i believe God has appointed them quiet healers. 

healers of the brain. 

their symphonies sing to me, 

strong enough to penetrate the walls of my temples, 

and begin to do their work, 

at once.

The Jazz Suite No 2: VI. Waltz 2 of Dmitri Shostakovich begins doing repairs on my brain, 

stimulating my brain’s function. 

Adagio for Strings, Op. 11 by Samuel Barber, comes in softly like an eyelash, then crescendos 

weaving my unraveled brain waves

back into the brilliantly braided tapestry it was meant to be..

the loose ends are tightened and my neuroplasticity is bouncy and taut, once again. 

the complex calming structures of Prelude No. 1 in C major, by my beloved fine friend, 

Johann Sebastian Bach has actually brought me back. 

His music has boosted my memory, sharpened my concentration, and pumped out a healthy dose of dopamine and has regulated my stress hormones. 

in the summer months 

there will be clouds to guide us.

a cloud of sunscreen by day 

and a cloud of bug spray by night. 

libby preserves

i like to think she saves some 

extra tender 

libby preserves,

just for 

me. 

_______________

like clotted cream on a 

pillowy bed of  a butter scone,

so also goes 

libby preserves. 

_________________

“You will find a tiny testimony. 

He is there.” 

see? she left a little in the jar for 

me to find. she knew i would be 

coming. 

grocery store sunsets

I was walking out of Family Fare 

the other day, 

grabbing bug spray, fruit snacks,

and Capri Sun juice boxes (strawberry kiwi)

my son has camp scottie this week.

As the sliding doors opened for me like royalty,

I saw, there,

just beyond the black tar, 

past the crooked bus stop sign,

displayed there, 

the most spectacular sun set

just beyond the horizon.

Gorgeous stunning hues, 

of purples, pinks, and oranges,

the clouds were there too, 

but seemed to know to separate like 

velvet curtains, 

making room for the 

brilliant sun to give 

his last call

before retiring for the evening.

i stood there, clutching my plastic bags

holding obtuse shapes and earthly items,

and took my time in witnessing 

the glory of 

His majesty.

I praised the Creator for His work,

reveling, marveling.

what joy. 

that I can find Him everywhere,

even in a 

grocery store sunset.