My corner is full of books, drying herbs and flowers, harvested dandelions made into oil ready to make into balms and specialty oils. as well as a yoga mat and rocking chair. Easel holding two half finished works, art table littered with works in progress and various asundries scattered about. I type while the pc cooperates and the dog hangs out but not always quietly as she feels the need to chuff at me then howl. So I howl with her.
Tuesday is the mild day of the week...no?....Monday everyone dreads, Wednesday hump day, Thursday is Friday Eve, Friday woohoo, weekend everyone looks forward to. I slid through this Tuesday turning my garden cukes into dill pickles (fingers crossed), watering trees, answering correspondence, trying to engage in strategic planning to add extra income to the Mr.'s from my quiet corner of the world.
My corner is full of books, drying herbs and flowers, harvested dandelions made into oil ready to make into balms and specialty oils. as well as a yoga mat and rocking chair. Easel holding two half finished works, art table littered with works in progress and various asundries scattered about. I type while the pc cooperates and the dog hangs out but not always quietly as she feels the need to chuff at me then howl. So I howl with her.
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I seldom know the direction of the day. All of a sudden July arrived in all its sunny hot glory. The herb garden emerges slowly as the weeds assail the vegetables nearby. We bob and weave as we clear out piles of limestone pieces, large wooden spools, and various asundry while spreading grass seed in the bare spots of the lawn. We sip tequila and beer on the front porch in the evenings while the porch fans stir the breeze and we talk about the day as dreams get weaved. July is a complicated month for us. Celebrations and sadness. We can wallow in sadness or ride the waves of happy memories and open roads.. This year we embraced the memories but fore-went all the Memorials. We appreciate each and every one and the people that give of their thoughts, efforts and time. But this year we needed to step back. It's 16 years of constant reminders that Chad isn't here. Of revisiting the day we got the news he was gone. Not coming home to the celebration planned for him but torn from our lives. Gone. I want people to remember him but I don't want to constantly relive getting that call "on his/Chads cell phone" to stay where we were and wait for the army officer to arrive, to stand in the living room of my brother-in-law hearing how he/Chad was killed. Post 4th July, post 17th wedding anniversary 5th July(2003), Our son and our 3 other kid's brother killed in Iraq 7th July.
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AuthorHello, I'm Kim Hitzges. I am a writer, photographer, and mixed media artist who is following the magic that guides my life. Archives
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