Popcorn Days

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Some days are hard to describe,

with no one theme.

They are almost like a popcorn popper

with innumberable kernels.

You never know how many will pop

and which direction they will fly.

Storms in the night

brought a grand drama in the sky,

plus a little hail

and almost another inch of rain.

We 2 leggeds and 4 leggeds

had disrupted sleep.

My mind is ever on our friend

who was seriously injured

with the recent Tornadoes

in North Dakota and Minnesota.

Life is precous.

Prayers are good.

After a slow beginning to the Day,

we visited Mother.

We always laugh.

Mother laughed and

told her tablemates

Melanie and I were silly.

Melanie said it was genetic.
We took fresh Blueberries

in for her table.
They were a hit.

Melanie and I headed

to the Mihalevich family reunion,

to which my parents always went,

and now Melanie and I go.

We are all descendants

of those early 20th century immigrants

from Croatia who came

from those same villages

a long, long way across the water.

A delicate web holds us all.

Melissa said

popcorn made today

is soggy tomorrow.

We have a rule around here

that we eat popcorn

as soon as it is popped.

Richard and Hollis gathered

Black Raspberries

at the Family Farm.

Richard brought home a gallon,

awaiting our arrival in the downstair's Fridge.

We made plans for Father's Day.

Until mid-day, the day is hot and humid.

Storms bring in cool air,

for which we are very grateful.

Melanie makes Blueberry Preserves.

Ping, ping, ping.

One by one, the jars seal.

At last check, 9 0f 10 were sealed.

Some Black Raspberries are frozen.

Others are set aside

for that Father's Day Pie.

Melanie made ice

for Homemade Ice Cream,

just in case

it is on the Father's Day agenda too.

Peas and Lamb's Quarters

wait their turn for freezing.

I cleaned windows

over the Kitchen Sink.

We talk back and forth.

Home preserving adventures

go more smoothly

with clean windows.

Melanie hangs out with the Chickens.

Richard and I tend

to some weeding in the Garden.

Garden is soggy.

Weeds proliferate,

but they also pull easily.

Will it rain again tonight?

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Glinda Crawford, 2010

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