Will work for Peace.....for Love....for Beer....

It's raining.  Lazy rain.  It doesn't splash when it hits the pavement, it just sits there.  Making mud puddles the perfect size for tadpoles.  And daydreams.

I spend the morning sewing prayer flags on my rickety Singer at the kitchen table, Isadora in the windowsill, watching for the  sunshine.  And Him.  Waiting on the rattle tattle sound of his stickered up bicycle, clinking, clanking up to the house.  My little Hippie Maintenance Man peddling home for lunch, and later, for the night. For a beer.  To our crazy simple life. 

Funny, how less is so very much Better.....