Cal’s gaze swept a bluebird sky.
Thalia bathed her face in early morning dew drops she’d collected from wild daisies.
Typist counted the appendages of a little friend on her thumb.
Urania looked at the clock and asked, “What are you all doing? We have a love letter to write!”
Cal centered her craning neck. “Watching for hummingbirds. I saw one yesterday.” She pointed at the buttery-throated petunia pot. “Right… there!”
“Hmmmm. I’m wondering about the defined leg count of an insect. Six?” Typist pursed her lips and tried to recall what she’d once taught kindergarteners. So much knowledge… such limited cognitive memory for unused information.
Thalia, who never discounted the mystery and intrigue of legend replied, “June twenty-fourth is Midsummer’s Day. She who washes her features with dew will grow more lovely with the passing year.”
“Very well then,” Nia said. “It seems we’re done.”
“Finished… my dear Nia,” said Typist. “People are finished, potatoes are done.”
Words from Typist:
“c” news… As the end of chemotherapy infusions is in sight, my nurse navigator has scheduled an MRI and surgeon appointment. I’ve got my foot on my accelerator and I’m singing Bye-Bye by Jo Dee Messina.
Gary — from our 3mm family — sent along this short video. When I saw it I thought, “I want to do that!”
Wouldn't you know I had an insect hanging out on my thumb shortly after the thought?
I invite you to share uplifting links to articles, newsletters, and videos in comments! Or, Send them directly to me by replying to a love letter. The muses and I will do our best to weave them into our mix.
Big Joy shared grows Bigger Joy!