Three Blog Day
(with apologies to Three Dog Night)the title just popped into my head as I caught myself on the verge of falling asleep. A busy and productive afternoon, always a surprise on a Saturday, my errands done I sampled the chicken fricassee I've made - seasoning needs adjusting but it is already falling-off-the-bone tender and the distinctive fragrance and flavour are there. Just needs tweaking and simmering a bit more. A perfect Sunday lunch with minimal effort, how grand!It just rained a little, just enough to drench the air with green scents and set the frogs to whistling, the breeze a gentle breath across my cheek, putting a ripple through the drapes, a gentle cat stretch before settling for the night.And I am yawning, a smile in my eyes because there is not a lawnmower to be heard. Just frogs. Why three blogs today? I'm not entirely sure. Words are stirring in my soul, jostling about and forming their lines into sentences that do not yet make sense. A dream about to happen, a poem weaving itself together from the thoughts and moments of the day, not yet coherent, not ready to flow or stumble from my fingertips tonight; but there, a presence piping its own little frog song in the night shadows of my mind. Can always tell when I get too tired, the images get baroque and clang instead of whisper as I lose my mind to sleep. Another day completed.
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