Friday, March 16, 2018
Read a book aloud to someone you love, preferably to someone near your own age. Why should only children ever get to be read to?.
We're talking our way through this one at our house right now. Stephen King calls The Shadow of the Wind "one gorgeous read." If you read it aloud, say the words carefully.. It might just blow you away.
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Mary Washington (asparagus) came over the ridge from Sow True Seed in time for me to get the crowns into the ground before dark. Our asparagus row gets about ten feet longer every year. At that rate, I won't live long enough to plant sufficient for all the asparagus lovers I know.
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
Robinson Community Garden, Saluda NC
Writing a story is just off-dirt gardening. Both require one to dig, till, plant,weed, water and wait. Sometimes what comes up is not at all the anticipated. Right now, I'm wondering what to do about the sweet potato vines that have volunteered from last year. Somehow, I must have missed something.
Off-dirt, The novel that has been bugging me since last summer is threatening to become two. I need to decide which to finish first. Meanwhile, concentrating on some short stories that are popping up contrary to all intention or expectation.. Current plan is to try to stumble across enough new tales by the end of the year to make a decent collection.
It looks like spring may find my last completed (not to mention reviled, revised and re-written) novel manuscript, Slick Rock Creek, still making the rounds, looking for a home closer home.
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Got the saya endo (snow peas) into the ground before the March snow. Settled for a cold rain. With a little luck there should be some sweet and tender pods for a salad or stirfry on my 77th birthday. If not, I'll settle for cake.
Monday, March 12, 2018
Sunday, March 11, 2018
Most of my memories of Saluda were still sharp when I returned after forty years away, but two things I'd forgotten. One was the wind, that can rise from rest to roar in under half an hour, then sustain for two or three days, it's surging as constant as an ocean's surf.
The other is the fog, that can rise up into clear air in the span of a few minutes, tumble down the mountain onto the town like a tsunami, obliterating everything beyond a stone toss. Traffic slows, sounds are muted. Sometimes a creepy, or at least otherworldly tale will ride in on the stillness, and trouble my peace until I write it down.
Needless to say, the wind and the fog are unforgotten now.
Saturday, March 10, 2018
This time of year, I'm just a rainy-day and midnight-burn writer, for I'm a sunshine gardener, and will even take a cloudy day if the soil is dry enough to work. Red Kale, Bull's Blood Beets, and Komatsuna got in the ground this week. This morning, Robinson Community Garden boasted a considerable human population. With this little cold wet spell behind us, we'll see some earnest agriculture happening up and down Henderson Street in Saluda.