Return home April 17
I return north to town where I don't wish to live anymore
however, that is life and I must somehow reckon with this
longing to leave. It happened years ago and I didn't have courage
and now , it is strong once more. Where to go? How?
With spouse ? sans?
Now, snow covers still the yard, forest deeper. I write poetry
about myself in nature and poetry of dreams however,
I am home now. All this ends. I hope my mother in law never reads
this. Lol.
Today i walked the fields of my son, his baby in a pack on
me, and a basket full of hens eggs in my hand.
Stream running wildly. An artisan bread bakery down the road
and we walked to it. By 10 am only one Tuscon loaf left. I make
bread just as nice, but once when selling my bread to shops, I
realised that my feet could not stand being on them for long
and I did n't wish to make an enterprise of what I love doing- baking' peasant
bread.
Three days away watching a grandchild, getting her naps down pact, and
her cycles of sleep nourishing her. I long for late spring and taking walks with
her.
i like to feel in love and I am in love with the little granddaughter Giunevere.
Adieu mon amis. I wish I had a room full of you .
however, that is life and I must somehow reckon with this
longing to leave. It happened years ago and I didn't have courage
and now , it is strong once more. Where to go? How?
With spouse ? sans?
Now, snow covers still the yard, forest deeper. I write poetry
about myself in nature and poetry of dreams however,
I am home now. All this ends. I hope my mother in law never reads
this. Lol.
Today i walked the fields of my son, his baby in a pack on
me, and a basket full of hens eggs in my hand.
Stream running wildly. An artisan bread bakery down the road
and we walked to it. By 10 am only one Tuscon loaf left. I make
bread just as nice, but once when selling my bread to shops, I
realised that my feet could not stand being on them for long
and I did n't wish to make an enterprise of what I love doing- baking' peasant
bread.
Three days away watching a grandchild, getting her naps down pact, and
her cycles of sleep nourishing her. I long for late spring and taking walks with
her.
i like to feel in love and I am in love with the little granddaughter Giunevere.
Adieu mon amis. I wish I had a room full of you .