Enga mellom fjella

Remembering Neroli

Weather you be:

We may get to 100 on Friday. This has happened only 21 times in over 100 years here (like last year on August 18th). So while others are chill or waiting for Bill (won't you marry me Bill, I've got the wedding bell blues) we'll be wondering whither went all the unseasonal cold we had last week.

Remembering Neroli

In time and space
where love and sadness meet
a cosmic crossing guard

© Kåre Enga [160.572] 2003-10-04

I met Neroli in Oklahoma, at Sparrowhawk if I remember right. I'll be editing sketches from Oklahoma today. So much to remember...

"Neroli oil is a plant oil similar in scent to bergamot produced from the blossom of the bitter orange tree (Citrus aurantium var. amara or Bigaradia)." from Wikipedia.

ME?

Oh, you know... nothing to complain...

So, I ate my home-made ceviche last night and didn't die yet. I was lucky to score two chicken potato balls at the park today. I'm at Butterfly Herbs where Mikki, the diva-of-the-milkshake, has made me an espresso milkshake strong enough to get the nerves ajangling. Hear them bells?

Anyhoo, I'm here to work.

Writing

Last night went to a reading by Mark Miller who wrote a book about the early travelers to Yellowstone Park (in their own words). He has close to 300 manuscripts to choose from (but none from the indigenous perspective). He's a collector of stories, he says. Now this is material from the 1800s and still he mentioned archaic references, creative spelling and syntax as barriers to understanding. He covered the time from the fur-trade to the automobile. Not much surprised him; although, he couldn't imagine throwing junk down Old Faithful, sitting back and waiting to see what happens... It was an entertaining talk.

Montana: 82° at 2 p.m. in Missoula.

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