Tuesday, April 25, 2023

Poem for Tuesday and Social Monday

Gift
By Hilda Conkling

This is mint and here are three pinks
I have brought you, Mother.
They are wet with rain
And shining with it.
The pinks smell like more of them
In a blue vase:
The mint smells like summer
In many gardens.

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Quickie after another very busy, social day starting with coffee and a croissant at Filicori Zecchini with two of my high school friends, Linda and Stephanie, followed by Playa Bowls with Toby, whom I met in Baby Gap when we both had infants and who invited me to join her baby group when she discovered I didn't know anyone else with an infant in the area. Then I stopped in Giant, outside of which I ran into my mom, and came back to the Airbnb to find Paul's work being supervised by the cats. 

We took a walk, then went for dinner with my friends Angela, Lena, and Carrie at the Brooklyn Deli and intended to get Baskin Robbins for dessert for old time's sake like we used to do after Lebanese Taverna, but the one that has just moved to Park Potomac wasn't open yet. So we chatted outside, then I came back here to fold laundry and watch Fire Island, which Kay told me was based on Pride and Prejudice, something I hadn't realized from the trailer. From the walk, meals out, and the supervisors: 

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