at the end of August
this sort of splintered-serendipitous family that i belong to
we ride our bikes in the morning.
the path through the wood comes out at the park
and I ride over the grass and around the swings
to the community gardens
where i fill my wicker basket with eggplant, and squash, and tomatoes...
so many tomatoes this time of year....
and a small bouquet of zinnias for an olden jelly jar on the sunny windowsill in the kitchen
the boys leave their bikes on the side of the wharf
and spend the morning playing
wall-ball and rag-tag
like their daddy did - and his dad before him
at lunch time
every one squeezes into one table at Captain's Pizza
for a slice and a coca-cola
and late afternoon finds me tossing chopped vegetables
into a roasting pan...
enough for a day or two
because they are so very tasty
and because it is rather a lot of energy to keep up with two young-ish boys
and there is still the snorkeling to get to
before end of day