Sorry folks, the love of my life beat me to the blog and left me with tears in my eyes. I cannot improve on what Karen said. We are best friends as well as lovers and our days keep getting better in spite of what we are facing. I cannot ask for more from anyone and I cannot ask for anyone better for me than Karen. I love you too, babe.
What I am contributing today is an excerpt from yesterday's journal entry.
(6:15 pm-WJF)
"Chicken pot-pie in the oven- the biting scent of garlic fills the kitchen-drifts out to fill the living room. Carrots, potatoes, onions from the garden along with a handful of peas- the second planting coming to a late fruition.
Grey, misty day. Longfellow hauled Karen's GMC out to Keith so we can have the transmission looked at, fixed. In town we bought steaks for tomorrow- a few other groceries. Achy, tired, needing both a nap and a long walk to work the kinks out. Instead we dug potatoes, onions- picked in the squash and pumpkins, one beauty set aside for Seth Lee.
We worked side by side; first in the garden, then the kitchen, making supper, doing dishes. That is who we are. We are at our best together. Others must know this- they notice and tell us or they notice and stay away, leaving us to ourselves. And often that is the best.
Bittersweet is what fall is about. Bittersweet is what I did with my mother and grandmother, collecting the orange berries to hang inside above the oak buffet-flanked by skinny cattails. MacIntoshs and Jonathans and Sharp Cheddar cut with the paring knife, kept always in the glove box of the old '41 Ford. Bittersweet is Sunday afternoons in the refuge looking for berries on vines in trees in the autumn woods. After all these years autumn is still about bittersweet- the metaphorical message too bright to ignore. Bittersweet is what time feels like these days and the thought crosses the mind but not the lips because one cannot, must not, should not, admit that we do not know when the end will come and if what we are doing, perhaps picking red-orange berries to hang in the house- might not be the last time, at last, forever."
Peace and love to all of you.
Mike
and
Happy Anniversary to Angelique,
I am lucky to have found you when I did.
Love,
Portagerat
1 comment:
Happy 6th anniversary, I was not aware that it was your anniversary. You both have made excellent choices the 2nd time around. What an amazing couple you two make, models for the world. Oh yes, before I forget, Happy Birthday little brother. I love you! You too Karen!
terry. . . . & Judy
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