Our house
The oak tree. Perfect shade of green. Crisp white trim. The rectangle mirror. A deconstructed crystal chandelier. Red Ikea cabinets. Big front loader washing machine. The drinks refrigerator. The palm trees. Saturday wheelbarrows of stones. Major redesigns. The bobcat in a corner. Red hibiscus under my office window. Granite on the ground. Red spikes. The fragrant jasmine. No street view. Tiny hummingbirds. Orange butterflies. The neighbor's dog. A guest room. Our king size bed. Kisses and love. Pictures of Matthew. Shower built for two. The door to the pool. The planes flying over us. Red apple cookie jar. Brito welcome arms. Zen hotel backyard. The gray squares. Bright green lawn. The gas range. Matthew's birthday cakes. Fish fry. French fries. Bocci balls. The orange pillows. Silver house numbers. The plank gate. Sanford and son junk piles. Bougainvillea climbing walls. Big silver palm. Five minute swims. Mellow jazz. The two barking dogs. New bathrooms. The cricket smoke alarm. Patricia the housekeeper. Rain, lightening and thunder. The movies in the mail. Ice cold lemonade. Bagel breakfast. The homemade sausages. TV shows that make us sleepy. Laughing. Happy mornings. The boy becoming man. The quiet neighborhood. The knowing looks. The noise of the vacuum cleaner. The many books. The feeling of home.
No comments:
Post a Comment