There are some days when I wonder what’s going on. It may be the heat
or the orneryness of life, things go missing (my garden trowel), things
get found in odd places (a ring on the driveway) …
QUESTIONS
this the total 
for the day the week
one pot of soup
four bread crumbs
five burnt cookies
one broken cup
and a dead chicken
on the doorstep
who did what?
the cook? a mouse?
a fox? the cat?
or did I turn too quickly
and the house crumble
around me?
‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
1960willowtree 
We have days like that 😉 Wishing you beauties!