justwrite 22 february

it was an idea it was a good one and it would be fun and the summer would be longer for it the spring would be stronger family warm garden we would harden our resolve in the solving of equations saving the sense for a hardware store and imagining more than we could build filling up notebooks with sketches whatever catches your imagination is your saving grace and you need to chase it even if you’re building a rock out of mud and a square Tupperware and advice from the dictionary it doesn’t mean you’ll make it that doesn’t mean you’ll take it out and show it around like a piece of success but what’s next will be easier if you don’t say no to fancy to fantasy it’s a chance we take and bake our cakes out of wildflowers and weeds which are mostly the same except to children and grandmothers who know better but we’re forgetting the start in the heart of the winter we shivered and pretended summer and one said a fort and another said a teepee and we were pleased as could be with the idea for the beans to grow through it and to brew it up in the middle of the garden so we sketched then fetched up a spring ready and waiting and found the perfect beams seemingly made for the job cleared a circle worked and built and called into existence a spilt pile of straight lines that met at the top and waited for the beans but we didn’t wait for the bees they came on their own and as we saw the first green tendrils so did they and as we drifted toward the soon-enough blossoms they were already there and it wasn’t too fair or square but there was no way we were going to play in a triangle of bees but still spring released them and the beans and the summer came and we reframed our view from the porch with lemonade and watched the shade and where it laid out into the stretching view of disappointment and contentment