This morning I am entering our Green Phone Booth for the last time. Running through the rain that just won't stop around here, my cape is soaking wet, heavy, and dripping all over my
The garden calls. Little-bitty corn shoots are waiting for bean seeds and squash seeds to complete their triumverate. Lettuces are on the verge of bolting. The native ground cherries seem to need my attention.
My son calls. He is ten: ready to take on the world at one moment and crawl into my lap the next. Homeschooling
The librarian calls. "Are you EVER going to return the books you've now checked out three times and still have waiting to read on your nightstand?"
My mother calls and wants to know when we can come visit my elderly father, who is celebrating the very good (and honestly surprising) results of a cancer follow-up.
The piano calls. My knitting calls. The compost bin calls. The disaster area we call our basement calls. THE PHONE WON'T STOP RINGING!
So after this post, I have decided to sign off from this blog--just so I can start answering some of the messages waiting for me. I'm off to commune with the world in a more private way for a little while.
Luckily, I know that I will not be missed. The Green Phone Booth is a miraculous place, the place where all of us mere mortals instantly can become superheroes, just by making that call. So here is my call to all of you: pull out your own capes and pick up the phone!