Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Tonight I will finish TWO SISTERS. I am close to the end.

At the Museum garden, Myriad colorful roses fill out eyes.  Others are smelling the roses. I just look and touch.  Not much smell left in this body. A friend, a master gardener, talks about the plants and the history before we settle down to serious writing.  The sun comes out, we eat snacks and write.

I dutifully sit down in the living room to watch Rachel Maddow’s news report. I am committed and yet sometimes I just want to turn it off.  Today I watched until the end.

Rain is predicted.  I look at my parched garden and decide to wait for the rain.  I whisper to the plants, the water is coming soon.