The trees are in full bud as of this morning.
The birds are singing full throat and passionately into the skies.
The little critters are chasing each other through fields and up trees and into holes… there are insects buzzing somewhere and also everywhere.
I keep falling asleep during the day in the big chair.
The gentle purr of the kitten lulls me and I’m out like a light.
There’s warm light coming in through the window and I try to stay awake, but I just can’t.
When I sleep I dream.
I dream of Barbie – seven feet tall and painfully thin… she’s feeding chickens and clucking gently to them under her tongue.
Her house rises from the trees behind her and it seems to be moving… the wooden structure lurches and bucks and grows taller.
There’s a girl in the herb garden – the garden I saw when I was looking for the house – and she’s singing to the mint.
My kitten watches from the woods.