I have this cute bag, went out in the last of Fall with it. I went under the moon. The camera man lay on his stomach. He focused on the grass. When the backdrop is all interstate, hotel, and sidewalk, you learn to focus on the single blade of grass. The cricket in the court yard makes do for canopy of squirrels or pond of tadpoles.
We stop long for the moon.
When life aims at cardboard boxes because a move is coming, you pick the little things to keep out, the things that make you smile. My Moxie Mandie clutch has red inside, keys and phone – ready for running out.
I’ve been feeling like running out.
Soon we move back to the ROCK HOUSE! I cannot even say it all. How can I say it: Home and community, living smaller, loving/not loving neighbors? What do I say of family design or the pecking order of 20 little boys in an apartment complex yard? I cannot say how much I’ve missed the peonies in the Spring, the raccoon yard thief. The deer, the magnolia.
I’m taking the quilts home. I’m packing pillows and baby things, this genius tie-dye onesie and the baby himself – we’ve got to figure out what to do with another person in that old place. Titus is 4th of the boys who are the 6th generation to live in the Rock House, the old Home place, remnants of tomato farm, grandma’s merry-go-round, Oklahoma roses, wild pink New Orleans poppies.
Style gets rearranged again and again. We shift. We decorate with what we have, thankful for cheap pillows with new covers, earrings I’ve made by hand, clutches that come with the kind of zipper sound you hear on vintage dresses.
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