Watching sunsets busy.
Smelling the grapes and red earth and dusty oak leaves busy.
I've been a hunter-gatherer.
Striding out into the fields [of the back yard]
Colander held steady
Nimble fingers (one for the bucket, two for my face)
I've listen for prey.
And had the tables turned
(a camera lens licked to holy demise by a solid cement brick of puppy love)
I've held long clucks with the ladies of the green.
(they think little of my conversational skill, caring only for corn and strawberry handouts as well as the long ties on my leather sandals)
I've felt the heat of a valley's day on my rooftop, the flash and glare light in my windows.
I've been busy being quiet, watching, waiting for that perfect glow to illuminate the sky just before the fields are plunged into darkness.
And in all my spare time, I've managed to whip a little something up. I laid down my paint brushes and unplugged my sewing machine to spend a week with my family, which roughly translates to "let's play art" which roughly translates to "let's play silversmith" (which in reality was the blind leading the blind with torches and molten silver - AS IN SWEET JESUS THAT WAS AMAZINGLY FUN WHEN I WASN'T CURSING MY LACK OF KNOWLEDGE).
Cherrio sweet friendlies, for the todo list is long and I've vino to fetch!