A Rainy-Day Reverie in My Pacific-Northwestern Kitchen

A Rainy-Day Reverie

in My Pacific-Northwestern Kitchen

                         by Debora Rorvig                        

It's mid July and raining... so

I open the kitchen window wide

to smell the grass and spruce

and inhale the bouquet of life.

Through the drizzle on my window panes

I pause to watch the tiny wrens

bathing on massive evergreen boughs...

and marvel at Your handiwork,

God of all things great and small.

I'm stirring up a batch of jam-

the kitchen is a sweet melange of raspberries

and sugar

all stirred together on the rainy breeze with

wet grass and Douglas fir.

Stevie Nicks is singing

on the radio.

 I hum along,

tapping my $1.99 

pink flip flops

to Landslide.

I've never fully understood

those lyrics 

 yet

I can relate.

My faded jeans are

berry stained and sugar coated

from repeatedly wiping my my hands on them.

I guess I forgot to wear that apron

I got for Christmas;

but it's O.K.

The  berry stains may not come out

but I don't mind.

They'll remind me of a pleasant day

and kitchen chores enjoyed.

 Even Koda's happy today

lying there on the rug,

 contentedly gnawing on her bone

while calico Posie-cat

 naps in the easy chair.

and it's Just So Good to be here now...

I am very thankful.

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