Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
...are blooming. Me: The irises are gasping their last gasp but the borage is blooming. So many flowers in bloom in early June. The leftovers of Spring and the harbingers of Summer. It's still green, but it won't be for long if it doesn't rain. Dry Spring. The river never rose much but that's okay if there's enough snow high in the mountain peaks for runoff. Borage: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borage Me? Still struggling. Went over to Nancy's home and sat with friends last night. She has a friendly wild duck that visits. We played a dominoes game. I resisted, but... Did get to bed at a decent hour and I'm getting enough sleep overall but there's no consistent rhythm. I'm awake, bubbly or tired at random times. Well... the wash got done and my black underwear is folded and ready for the next trip. I need a few hours at the computer to strategize. Saturday night I got to speak with a young student who is going to school in Trollhätten in Sweden next winter semester. Thrilled me to share what I know! I'm happy when I can be of some use. 41,615 |