East of Jericho, toward the sunrise...

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

(1:25pm) Collette was on a mad dust-hunt that morning and afternoon, being at home and thinking bits here and bits there. She had Pandora humming for the duration of the day, and found that it couldn’t help but be comedic trying to read Numbers while listening to O-Zone – all those Israelites in the desert gettin’ it down to Romanian techno. She had to love it…

And the trees were wild with pink and white blossoms. Collette had been wrong; the frost had not killed the redbuds, and they still sung from the branches of the old beanpod tree outside the window. In addition to the blooms on the trees, Mom had bought Collette a pot of ruby-red daises the afternoon before and after Rose had added soil and placed it in a terracotta pot, Collette placed it on the balcony under the wooden chimes. And storms were coming – it was a good spring.

Days left alone could be good thinking days, but then again, as Collette had a good deal of cleaning to do, it was unlikely that much meaty thinking would be accomplished. But then again, sometimes it was good to have a day where one could keep a soft mind and just enjoy the wind through the windows and whatever came. And there would be dumplings for dinner.