Raspberry Days

Am sitting in my quiet office, eating cranberries and drinking green tea and air and music. After a monster spring fairy left me flummoxed I'm finally typing away with a cool and tidy head like swimming through water. Like in my childhood days when we crossed the lake and off past water lilies. (I don't go for swims in lakes anymore, am easily freaked out by sludge and mire around my ankles.) Come to think of it, I don't like sludge and mire in friendship either. So, coming free of it makes me enjoy the silence even better. I've planted a raspberry shrub yesterday. Can't wait for summer.