Yesterday I cleaned my closet,
donated two trash bags stuffed with clothes that used to fit.
I watered all the plants, repotted the lemon tree.
It has been three weeks since I retired.
So far, I have rocked two babies, one at a time.
Played pickle in the middle with two grandsons.
Read four books.
Sat in the garden for hours on end,
Thinking about life to the tune of a wisteria-drunk buzz of bees
and one raucous crow.
It’s lovely here in the garden.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll write.