L'aura del Campo

Blogsurfing, Vernal puddles, There was a church there.

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          SUMMER: 7 Kalimat (19 July)          

Think cool !

Weather where I am: 105º.
Weather in Bethel, Alaska: 60º.
Weather in Mexico City: 73º.

Well I've been checking blogs again: daybreak, Waltz en France , Pia Veleno , Problematic Content , Midnight Dawn , Raine , Moody Blue: Needs an Upgrade , elusive ennui warm inside , Piglet , Wendopolis ,

Now, y'all can go to "Invalid Entry"  and wish Happy 21st Wedding Anniversary to Raine !

Now go there ... Come on, it's okay to leave a nice masseage in someone else's blog . I know you want to ... then come back here!

Later, you can join in the debate over religion and hippies at Problematic Content :

"Invalid Entry"  re religious zealots and fanatics ... (30+ comments already)
"Invalid Entry"  re hippies ... (I'm of that generation ... but wasn't really one of them)

And I really loved this lyrical dreamy entry by daybreak: "Invalid Entry"  Anyone who writes dreams, shortstories, dialogues should enjoy it. It has magnificent flow. I believe it deserves an item for itself ... but what would one call it?


Three pieces, short sketches, fragments, thoughts, whatever:

My last words

And I will never say
"I loved you well",
O Lover-who-still-loves-me-now;
the past tense doesn't suit me. [163.259a]

Vernal puddles

Yes, there are places in Kansas
where water stands, teardrops
from the rains of March or May,
by August all mere myth and memory,
a whisper from a Spring-born day. [163.259b]

There was a church there

Going to Stull, I say hello to corn.
Leaving Stull, I wave goodbye to corn.
And where is the church in Stull?
Somewhere between the comings and goings of corn. [163.259c]

Now, someone can comment on the beautiful sig at the top of my blog, gifted me by SilverValkyre loves YOU! ! Thank-you in advance. I like it.

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From gardening on July 16th:

- soft velveteen of locust pods
- the mulberry that does not yield, the elm that does
- soft spines of an unknown vine
- damp soil and dew on grass
- a neighbor asking if I knew about roofs (Not!)
- the smell of childhoood while deadheading a marigold
- two struggling clematis vines; the rampant virginia creeper
- quince fruit and a limb that will not break
- bright blue morning glories
- the smell of garlic when crushed

The number of unique WDC members reading a blog must only refer to the last month. The other day I was up to 91; today it is down to 87? It sure ain't from a lack of trying on my part! Oh well, I am thankful that I'm being read.

Oh ... and today was brought to you by the color green.