The "To Do" List Can Wait
Against the smell of sun-drenched fields
and freedom I lean,
summer wound tightly against my back -
I'm loath to move. I can't afford
to indulge, but cocooned in knitted wonder,
blue sky upon my face, I cave -
especially when the rickety fence,
threadbare barn, and old southern oak
gleam as if a rainbow's bounty.
by Margaret Bednar, October 3, 2014
This if for "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Flash Fiction 55" - which will be up and running Saturday afternoon. I'm a bit early - I have a busy day ahead of me as (confessed above) I spent my day lounging and enjoying this gorgeous day. The "knitted" wonder (in my poem) is a taupe hand-knitted shawl with 3 large buttons. I might not take it off until spring :)
And nothing smells better, in my opinion, than a fresh bale of hay. Except maybe homemade apple pie.