He painted Saturday
half a day.
And then, on Sunday,
Mothers Day,
He painted till two.
Monday morning
though our day
has started
full of birdsong,
sunshine,
mild breezes,
he is painting
while I
do this before we
go to work in
our garden.
A private aircraft
buzzes circles
too
high to be spraying
weed killer in the
fields. I go out
for a look see
and find the fresh air
appealing.
