June 7, 2012
Today’s Special: Malted Belgium Waffle with Fresh Strawberries and Whipped Cream, and Bacon, Ham, or Hash Browns.
Looks pretty, tastes good. But the thing is, I can’t figure out how it got to be June and fresh strawberry time. It doesn’t seem possible. It was just April five seconds ago. Actually, it was just December, and I was looking forward to Christmas and putting ornaments on the tree a few at a time for a week so as not to get overwhelmed and discouraged at the scope of the project. (No, it wasn’t a twenty foot tree, just a somewhat scraggly spruce that fit easily in the living room.) I was waiting for winter and I’m still waiting for winter. I still find myself thinking, When winter starts–
But it never really did and now it’s June, and I’m baffled somewhere deep inside myself. Despite this, life keeps hurtling forward. In June so far some of my favorite moments have been quiet ones: Sitting in the sun on the beach at home reading Olive Kitteridge with Sallie dozing at my feet and a kingfisher swooping along the shore chittering. (In some consternation at my presence, I suppose.) Laying down after work and listening to the birds sing in the trees close outside the window. Putting wild blueberry jam in the centers of the lemon oatmeal cookies and then drizzling glaze over top. Making Great Grandma Daisy Butcher’s molassess cookies for the first time since March (I think) of 2011. Sitting in a comfortable chair on a quiet evening talking with a friend about Life, and how life is change, always. Throwing sticks a little distance into the big lake for Sallie and watching her eyes light up over and over as if this stick and this lake and this morning are the very best thing ever, every single time.