today

 This morning I woke up inexplicably depressed.
Like, you-are-my-child-and-I-love-you-more-than-life-itself-

and-so-I-will-get-up-and-feed-you-breakfast-

but-then-I'm-going-to-go-back-to-bed-

and-pull-the-covers-over-my-head depressed.

And then late morning there was a knock on my door.
Apparently the local fruit stand guy has had to resort

to peddling his wares door to door.
He had some apples that were deeply discounted

because he'd had them for over a week.

Suddenly I realized that the sun was shining

and that at that moment more than anything else in the world

I wanted to make apple butter.

So I bought a quarter of a bushel of apples,

ignored the laundry and dishes,

and made apple butter with Brother instead.

It was perfect.