. . . if you prune it . . .

. . . this is the time of year 

when i start to try 

to convince myself 

that someday soon, 

hopefully, 

fall will be here . . . 

. . . today was the first morning 

in a long time 

it was actually pleasant outside 

when we went walking at 5:30 . . . 

. . . the humidity has gone . . . 

{i just wish it had taken the mosquitos with it!}

. . . this is the time of year 

when i convince myself that maybe 

if i get the flower beds ready, 

someday soon it'll be cool enough 

to plant again . . . 

{i talk to myself a lot}

. . . and then i prune stuff . . .

{and when i say "prune", you know i mean whack it to death}

. . . which reminds me 

of the first valentine 

i ever got from a boy . . .

. . . well, the first valentine 

i got from a boy 

that mattered . . . 

{not the ones you give to everyone in your class at elementary school} 

. . . i think i was in ninth grade . . .

. . . anyway . . . 

. . . on the front it said, 

"hey valentine! 

wanna go steady?" . . . 

. . . the inside read, 

"try bran flakes 

and prune juice" . . . 

{and that, my friends, is how my thoughts tie together sometimes. 
prunes and pruning.
which is so so so weird.}