This spring is cherry picker season?

Yep, pick-er, not pick-ing.  

Between keeping his eyes peeled for American flags (our commute is surprisingly patriotic), my son has been going mad on cherry picker truck sightings.  There are certainly a lot this season based on the consistent squeals of "cherry picker!" delight from the back seat.  Yesterday we followed four driving in a row and one parked and activated with man in bucket all within eye-shot.  Cement trucks are still my favorite though.  My kiddo's favorite?  Garbage trucks.

Or maybe cherry pickers are my new favorite!

hem and paw

ticking, flipping, fingering
under each line
each page
methodically
slowly
playing music with the lines, the pages
these strings that make me hum
fine tuning ever so carefully
plucking at the instrument
discovering and analyzing the fine emotional discordant
music I've made
and try to unravel and hem the weave
into a safe, strong hammock
a swaddle, a hug
to calm and soothe myself into a lullabye