moment captured

a moment captured, wed night. fireflies. lavender.and heavy mint in the breeze.

sitting on the rocking chair, facing the spring house. the night is just about here- not quite dark yet because i can still see the paper without the porch light. the woods and field are twinkling. if you just relax your eyes you wont get so dizzy watching the firflies. the rain breeze is blowing, it will thunder. i can smell it, metallic warmth. my girl is inside drawing- it is a picture of her and i dipping candles. billy joel is on the radio, barely louder than a whisper.
the rain wind is blowing the smell of the half burnt poplar from the fire pit. leaning on an old cookbook, has a recipe for apple frenchies, a version of french toast made with applesauce, cinnamon, nutmeg,and buttermilk. my mind drifts to next autumn. apple sauce, made with green apples,raw sugar, too much butter and white wine. so good.