it was a slow week. warm and fall like.
i waked to and from work with the sun on my back
easy breeze tugging at my hair
i had the weekend free.
it turned deliciously and refreshingly cold.
Daisy and i snuggled in handmade afghans
watching old westerns and fingerpicking an old guitar.
on sunday, i woke to homemade doughnuts.
mom's valentine gift to us.
i put my pajamas back on
and stuffed myself with her homemade mexican food.
stayed curled up in a dark, warm room until the evening
when i had to go back out.
the night ended with warm hamburgers
and ice cream
despite the bitter cold.
awoke to a fresh dusting of snow outside my window.
the sun is trying to peep out
and i am listening to old blues music.
the soulful, mad, haunting, tired kind.
but i am not tired. i am ready for the week.
Daisy gets a haircut, i work many hours,
there is a bluegrass festival.
there is snow right now
but nice days coming, too.
there is dusty wood and steel strings.
there is a mystery book and watercolor set.
there is happiness and adventures ready for me.