Anticipating guests, Gil goes into superhero mode. Building a spa in the swamp.
Or maybe it’ll be a time machine. I don’t know.
Making handcrafted marshmallows.
While I rake leaves, water johnny-jump-ups, inspect sprouting radishes.
Bake a carrot cake. Write a haiku.
Fall from the blossoming tree
Even as I sweep
Gil can write a mean haiku, too.
Admit it, we have
Life down pat at the moment
The hummingbird feeds
Oliver stays on the lookout for rascally animals.
Or a stinky place to roll around. One or the other.
Finally I wind up drinking strong coffee with my old friend Barbara.
This place roasts its own beans and welcomes dogs — not mine though, he’d menace the others.
Sundown, the most beautiful day of the spring, a little cool with warmth threaded through it. Inspiring enough for a haiku. You try.