REALITY: Weary

Muscles ache with bending, stretching, crawling, pulling, yard and garden day.  Painful arms and itchy from yesterday’s run-in with the bees who liked the grasses tall and shady in their home beneath the bush.  Neighbors drive and wave and I look up, or drive and beep at my butt as I bend to pull the weeds and I don’t even have the time to turn around but look between my legs and catch the color of the car that’s halfway down the street with people laughing.  Nice to be recognized, I suppose, from every facet, every angle, every different side of me that shows itself in day or night in a small town.  Bone tired, weary, showered clean and time to get relaxed and get some ice cream in the inside side of me.