Guys, I don’t know about you, but for me it has been a long week, in a number of ways, not all of them bad. Nevertheless, I have been ready since about Tuesday for this week to be over. Here’s what cheered me up today: a mid-afternoon break to walk over to a nearby farmers’ market with my friend from work. We ranted and soapboxed for a while about our various gripes, and then we made our way to the best of the three bakery stands, where the endearing and flirtatious Bakery Man (who recognized me from farmers’ markets past, in other neighborhoods) with the exotic accent kindly sold us each a chocolate croissant. It probably goes without saying (but hey, I’ll say it anyway) that this croissant is marvelous.
So on the topic of taking note of the things that get us through the week, here’s this lovely poem, by Angela Ball:
Spring
My feelings just took a turn for the better,
While thinking of white flowers turning into strawberries,
Of clover turning into bees, of crowds of wisteria
Swelling and swelling.
People often think I have a friendly dog but it is just me:
My wide arm-span for folding tablecloths, my feet that seem worn
Not just by me, but many.
I had this feeling once before, when I was walking through rain
And wet leaves in shoes that were red and navy.
Much of me hadn’t been tried out, and I liked that.
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