Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Blogville: Some of my most fluid writing comes when I comment in various blogs. Today StephBee asked whether her readers use flowers in their writings (she loves lilacs but uses other flowers). I responded: "I use flowers in my writing all the time. My grandparents had lilacs. I associate nasturtiums, portulaca, cosmos, snow-on-the-mountain and blue morning glories with my grandmother; corn, beets, tomatoes, hollyhocks and cardinals (the bird, not the flower) with my grandfather. My other grandmother loved violets. We didn't have many lilacs (wet clay soils in a 'new' suburb... ... the Sydoriaks did though) we were lucky that anything bloomed. My sister still lives there and the daylilies (which like damp wet clay) I planted over 30 years ago thrive and turn the place orange every summer. My grandfather kindly dropped dead in May when I was 11. The lilacs were in bloom. A heliconia in Costa Rica: Anyea is baaaack. "Invalid Entry" She told me... and I quote... "He who clicks before jumping is using the backside of a fork to eat soup with!" because I tried to comment before she had her entry opened for us peons. Rainbowapple is dealing with illness. I wrote: "My sister and I were ill all the time when we were 5,6,7. My mother was hospitalized and deathly ill when I was 5. How much I knew then I do not remember. We were a house of illness. Lying under the quilt made for my grandmother on her deathbed was the norm." asymmetrical mentioned a few days ago how Pagans had to fight the Bush administration to allow a pagan soldier, Sgt. Patrick Stewart, be buried with the pentacle (since okayed). This is Celia's song "Symbol": Celia will be in Indiana, Vermont and Massachusetts in October... by-the way: http://www.celiaonline.com ME? I went to the Spanish Circle to say adios until I get back on October 7th; they meet the 8th. I told Walter that I'd try to have "something" ready by end of October (he's off to Honduras with Missoula Medical Aid); poor Trish is overwhelmed by the over 2,000 photos she has to sort through to get something together. I only have 300 maybe. I downloaded a bunch here in "Eeeeeee is for everything Kodak digital" but have only added notes to a few so far. I bought my football ticket for the game Saturday at 1 p.m. against Portland State. Time is of the essence because my plane leaves with or without me at 6:20 p.m. So, I went wandering over to the UC. I saw a display of woolens... from Bolivia... like the one I saw every year in Kansas... so I asked... SAME PEOPLE! Of course, I mentioned Gastón (from La Paz) who we all know and then called him in DC (he answered) and handed the phone over to Rodolfo and Mario. I think it was a case of smiles all around. I bought an alpaca sweater too. Montana: 78° and pleasant in Missoula at 5 p.m. 17,866 |