Today the kitchen was elided due to service to my mother. We worked in her garden and enjoyed putting together an arbor that we varnished and then dug holes to bury the legs in the ground. I strung a line of wire from a tree to her house so her Queen Elizabeth grandiflora could continue its climb and we were at times graceful and at times bitchy, but always in the background, or perhaps the foreground, there was love. I came home after many hours and did yoga and meditated. Mom went to bed. Tonight I made gluten free vegan tacos with TVP and they were almost authentic. I called Mom and she had turned to the ice pack for cold comfort. Ah, these bodies, like our climbing roses, yearning to reach and bloom but feeling held up by a thin, almost imperceptible wire. And tomorrow, more growth.