Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
For my few followers ...thank-you. Springy me... Day of sunshine and 60 degrees. Wore a long sleeve black shirt without my jacket. Felt over-heated. Yellowbells in bloom. Saw a beaver working upstream. The birds are reported to be back. Took boxes out of two closets and put them on the futon. Now to go through, sort, consolidate, throw out. Started already. Nearing the end of my book. Calm peaceful day. Monday will be too. I avoid drama. Quite successful at that recently. Made for some good blogging though. Back in the day when I started blogging I was amazed that anyone would read what I wrote. Then Blogville bloomed. When it busted ...like any boom town, I was saddened. But it was time for many folks to move on. These days I'm blessed with every comment. Still I blog when I can. After April 13th it'll be difficult. For now? Planning my trip and wondering whether this April I can write poetry every day for NaPoWriMO. 30 poems in one month is easy for me. Done 100 before! But, I'll be preoccupied this April. I'm no April Fool so I just need to be realistic. I think that's the best plan of all. 40,512 |