Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Closing...


Despair is black, they say.
I walk somewhere between
There and hope today,
Closing in on green.

Monday, April 23, 2018

A picture is worth a thousand words and a story is worth a thousand pictures...


 My good friend (and mountain guide) Wayseeker came to visit Saturday. We talked about an old photograph he'd come across a few days before. In it, a young couple, a man and a woman, stand together on what appears to be the porch of a large house or a hotel. They are dressed in thirties-style clothes, look as if they just got up from a good dinner. They are smiling. Their stance is relaxed and open. The woman bears her weight on her right foot and leans toward the man. They obviously know one another well, and are finding mutual pleasure in their company.The photo exudes happiness.

The man is a photographer, and single. The woman is married, perhaps writes for magazines and newspapers. He will be dead within a few years of having their picture taken. She will come and stay with him during his final illness.

I'm trying to find out what I can about them. Perhaps they will resemble characters in my next novel. Thanks, Wayseeker. You've set me off on one more mysterious trail, one more adventure into lives and times I never saw coming.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Robert didn't know everything...


"Something doesn't love a wall,"
said Frost, but gardeners do.
It needn't be too wide or tall,
it just requires a few
stones neighbored judiciously
and bedded firm and true
to keep your plantings on the hill
when April rains wash through.

 

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Upside, downside...


Delighting in those first warm days of spring when Simon and I can work out in the "summer office." A little April sunshine can bring to light all those dark tales that have been burrowing into the brain through the winter.

The downside to spring is that I'm getting reacquainted with my seasonal allergies. I'm not sure if they really get a little worse each year, or if I forget in the winter cold just how bad they were last spring.

Still, a small price to pay for a season in paradise. I'll keep my eye-drops handy and enjoy the show.

Friday, April 20, 2018

Arisaema triphyllum...


In April, when the Laurel starts to bloom, we go out into the Wild Corner to look for Jack-in-the-Pulpit. He's always preaching there, right on schedule, whatever the weather. 

I'm partial to the plant's other name, Brown Dragon. Some folk wouldn't be comfortable having a dragon living in their yard, but we'd miss Jack. It wouldn't quite be spring without him


 

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Just in time...


The Laurel bloomed in the Wild Corner, just in time to catch the freeze Monday night. I met this one Monday afternoon while they were still hopeful. Is there any among us who cannot sympathize with a painful case of bad timing?