The mail brought a postcard and the NaPoWriMo prompt brought a link to a lovely archived version of Kate Greenaway’s Language of Flowers. Lovely indeed and a welcome diversion on this cold April morning. I looked up the meaning of … Continue reading →
There were three poems, but this one was a little more ready to go. More in the continuing string of longer than normal poems! Someone on facebook asked what pickles were on our refrigerator shelves and a lively listing ensued. … Continue reading →
So very rainy and later windy today. Did some “productive things” like changed the sheets and did some wash, did the dishes I left over yesterday, fed the happy if chilly sourdough starter. Figured out a way to keep it … Continue reading →
Rainy and sunny. Another spring in New England Day. Daffodils and cold. Like many, I’m having to work at the big question: what day is it? Outside, it’s raining and so I go, so my whole face is wet. My … Continue reading →
Early poem today All the neighbors, the men, have got an urge to prune. Starts with some study — careful study, and clippers, pruners and chainsaws. Bonsai topiary to its conclusion nothing to impede the mower. My next door neighbor … Continue reading →
It is better to light one small candle than to curse the darkness.
