Day: July 12, 2013

This morning, watching Maria go out into the pasture to pick some wildflowers, which she will distribute throughout the house in her mysterious little vases and containers, I tried to count the many ways in which I love her, and I must confess, I ran out of time.

I love her intelligence.

I love her creativity.

I love her loyalty.

I love her gentle spirit.

I love her when she cries, which is often.

I love her openness and honest.

I love her Sicilian temper,

and her jealousy,

and her deliciously strange humor.

He love how nice she is.

I love her when she washes my socks, and when she doesn’t,

which is often.

I love the way her mind words, a streaming piece,

a collage of colors, words, feelings and ideas.

I love the way she loves the world,

the animals,

the trees,

the moths and bugs.

I love her love of friends.

We have been through much together,

as many married people have,

and we have never failed to love and support and comfort

one another,

we live in each others corner,

we cover each others back.

I love the way we make love,

the way she loves me,

the way I love her.

How many ways can I express my gratitude

for her existence, for sharing my life with her?

She has opened up my heart and soul,

encouraged me to write my books,

to take photos, all of which

are love letters to her, every one.

She is the light in my life, my anchor,

my beautiful place.

And I am out of time

and space already.

Anniversary Day.

We are celebrating our anniversary today. We got up, fed the animals, checked on the donkeys, my friend Jack came to help repair Flo’s stricken lawn mower, he is such a good and helpful man. Next week he will be on hand for the Open House to help us deal with crowds, traffic, whatever. Couldn’t find a better person. I am focused on Maria today, on showing her how much I appreciate and love her, and on surprising her. Remember the small things.

I took her out to the Round House for an anniversary breakfast, she had a yogurt/granola/strawberry cereal that was pretty great, I had a veggie omelette which was also great. We will leave for Massachusetts in an hour or so and perhaps to go Mass MOMA, the museum – there is nothing that makes Maria happier than walking around a good museum – and check into our inn. Then dinner this evening, don’t know where and to the Williamstown Theater Festival to see a play. I’ve got  a surprise waiting for her in our room. Back tomorrow morning, we have some schoolkids coming to visit the farm with Scott Carrino – donkey and sheepherding tour.

zDrove into town this morning and passed by John and Diablo, who were sitting out by John’s garage together, as they do every morning. Diablo has his water bowl and fan in the garage. I talked to John and he told me stories about Diablo, who is quite a character. These two are together all the time and Diablo, who has a big mouth, barks a few times and then wags his tail. Diablo is everything to John, it is a touching think to see. He doesn’t have a computer, doesn’t go online, but his relatives hard heard of me. I’ll bring him some books.