Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
** Image ID #1150224 Unavailable ** La Bella Vita for Isabella Ormbrek Toot the flute and flutter the hands. All fingers fly to the tune of her band. Hand me the clothespins. Eat your food. Drink from this cup and lighten my mood. Life sings to the swing of a child at play. Her tomorrows remind us of our yesterdays. © Kåre Enga 2007 [164.257] 2007-09-27 Bella Bella is my sister's granddaughter. She lives in Everett, Washington. Now, all I need to do is figure out whether it should be 'la bella vita' or 'la vita bella'? Wish Rocio were here! Io non parlo italiano. Me: Okay ... I think. Found my 'new' glasses, finally. They were in one of the many pockets of my backpack. My old ones (that Cynthia had just adjusted) broke yesterday. I'm back in the heat. 80s instead of 50s. Was so tired last evening I took a nap around 5 p.m. and got up this morning around 8. ImAgEs: Heat! dried out melons ... struggling garden ... spoiled meat in the fridge. At Kelly's: a plate full of liver and onions ... conversation of who's died or still kicking ... texas toast to sop up gravy. Odd Thoughts: the sound of one man swaying (re lynchings) addicted to dawn and dis ease on the edge of green ... hills rise Peshasta ... wide spot among the apples I love who I love and who I love I love deeply BLOGVILLE: Kendra talks about teaching 2 and 3 year olds. I mentioned that when I visited Missoula I wasn't sure about those 'hills'; guess she likes them. Joy questions whether a pet lover would want to take their cat or dog to a place called"Cat and Dog Repair". E E Coder reminds me that Thanksgiving is Tuesday the 8th and speaks of recent snow and hail. 244 |