Art in various forms. Warm rosemary bread and coffee; Vanilla Nut. Drumsticks and earphones. Dirty socks on the floor. Stuffed Animals. Beach artifacts. Fresh herbs and scented candles of the real-wick type. A swinging chair in which to sit and ponder life. Palm trees and brightly colored, freshly planted flowers. Painted Terra Cotta pots of twelve-year-old girls.
A B-B-Q pit; our first major purchase together. Books and books and books and music. Always music. Peak eared puppy scampering by. Overflowing laundry baskets and unflushed toilets. Jingling dog tags. Cuts and scrapes on my hands boast labors of love. Dog toys, pencils, discarded food wrappers breaking free from their under-couch resting place. Basketball hoop, deflated balls, no air pump in sight for years. Paint where it should not be and slightly unsightly hedges; both requiring too much attention to be addressed.
Voicemail messages from my long-distance love, saved and savored. Empty propane tanks and price tags still stuck to their owners. Teenage cologne and brightly colored hair. A subtle stench in bedrooms that do not get cleaned to my liking. Pilot pens. Sunshine rays that reach past the umbrella novella shine brightly on dog leashes. Breeze. Stairs piled with belongings needing to be ushered away by those who belong to them. Lives changing almost before my very eyes.
Ice cream and puppy treats. Music. Always music. Drum kit, crafting, art supplies. Sparkling water infused with joy and happiness. Friends and sleep-not overs; cereal stuck to bowls not properly rinsed. Dirty finger smudges, travel souvenirs; another string cheese wrapper. Journals piled atop one another in hopes of becoming a book. Hostage math text (remnants of someone’s fifth grade). Coat closet bursting at the seams minus any actual coats.
Tortillas, cheese, and sour cream. Elementary school recess loudness competes with the din of skydiving plane zooming overhead. Magnolia trees promising eventual shade and privacy and waterfall-turned-herb-garden amid various grasses, plants, palms and neglected dog poop. Warm sunny places to nestle and shady spots in which to nap.
Transformation. Always transformation. Grandma Tena’s too-small china cup and daddy’s ashes in a tin I once gifted him. Discarded school papers, a painted starfish, and two dozen tulips blooming in matching vases. Love. Always love. Sent by my love with love. Music in the backdrop; music in the foreground. Open and trusting bonds. Acne and stinky feet and elusive showers. Vans aside sparkly golden flats, both pair in need of replacement. Broken ear buds left by the discarder and trash trucks taking entirely too long to complete their missions. Cacophony of sound ripping through my silence; home entirely too close to the main thoroughfare.
Puppy kisses with stinky puppy breath. iPhone chargers abound. Shattered screens replaced with hard-earned money and vivid dreams that make no sense. A drawer full of his clothing and lip gloss he always kisses off. Puppy nose peeking from behind potted flowers; restlessness desiring of a walk. Taylor GS Mini, rosemary bread with butter, and an end to deliciosly satisfying contemplative thought….
Memories to cherish and last a lifetime.