“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


late morning early summer

light and air.

i have paint on my fingers that won't come off.

i am painting the floor, changing my mind daily about the color, about the paint, about why don't i just move?, and then i look out the windows and i remember.  i open the doors and windows and junebugs make themselves at home, and also mosquitoes, and i am sticky and sweaty and dirt is under my fingernails and my hair gets in the way and in the paint and the color is different over here in the corner where no sunlight reaches, and i am grateful i can see beyond it all.  a table from the living room has been pushed to the bedroom, and i think it will stay.  i like the emptiness left behind when we move things and i want to throw everything out, and then i don't, and then i do. it's a seesaw summer.



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    1. and now there is paint in my hair. lol! bless you!!!!

  2. This made me smile so big... I have been working around the house all week, painting, fixing up, and no matter what I'm painting, I always end up with paint in my hair.
    And yes, the urge to discard gets stranger every year, paring down to just want I need and nothing more. Making space. Xoxo

  3. And ha, black spray paint on my index figure that soooo won't come off.

  4. a seesaw summer….that is the best description EVER!!!!

    1. oh man. it really is for me - and it's still got a ways to go. :)


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