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This morning, thinking, list making, wondering.
Yesterday's walk.
The tide was really low. I didn't stay long as the beach and boardwalk were busy and noisy. Now that school is out I need to remember afternoons will be noisier. I am usually looking for quiet.
There is a ring of veggies in the garden.
Dry pole beans, a couple tomatoes and a tomatillo.
Playing with seed pods at work.
Considering potential.
Deep breath.
A picnic on the back porch.
Strawberry Jam.
I read on the porch for 2 hours.
There was sunshine and rain.
The fig is bigger.
Roses were picked to make rose water.
I watched the hummingbird stretch its body out, its tail feathers were illuminated by the light.
The indigo vat is still working.
I copied Wendell Berry’s poem “How to be a Poet” into a journal.
I've been keeping a basket of paper scraps, pens, pencils, paints, glue and a sketchbook on the table.
This is something I've done before and then usually get distracted at some point.
I wonder how long it will continue this time?
Sometimes I write notes from things that I am listening to. This morning, Feedback Friday with Zak Foster inspired a note.
A couple weeks ago, it was Ada Limon on The Ezra Klein Show. (During that conversation I discovered The Slowdown where Ada Limon reads and discusses a poem each week day.)
"Poetry has the breath built into it because of its line breaks, its stanza breaks, its caesuras. Any part of its prosody is really telling you, as the reader or the listener, when to pause, when to break. And it actually has a moment in which you are supposed to breathe." Ada Limon
Question, where else to we put spaces for breaks, to breathe?
The roses are blooming.
The bees are busy.
A guest in the garden.
I leave as much of the Dame's Rocket in the garden as I can for them.
A little doodle and a question.
What if instead of answering the question "What do you want to be when you grow up" with a career we thought more broadly?
What kind of a person do we want to be?
And just when are we "grown up?"
A bit of play:
Paper with inks and doodles.
(I filled a whole journal with them, and other things.)
Layered with stitch, color removed first.
Blended and layered and blended and layered.
Spots made by someone else replaced with spots made by me.
Deb Lacativa thread and fabric and inspiration from a lot of places.
I drew the butterfly right on the fabric, inspired by the spots.
More about the card later.
The headline for the local newspaper announced this morning that today would most likely be the first day that we will be over 70 degrees in this area.
It has been one of the coldest springs on record here, and wet.
Still the roses are starting to bloom and my garden is a jungle; a tangle of things I've planted, things that someone probably planted at sometime and have naturalized (dame's rocket) and plants classified as "weeds."
Yesterday, while out pulling bindweed (my biggest challenge), I found a friend.
I think there is a nest somewhere in the garden.
I am sure that my rhubarb is as large as a plant can get. Jam was made this weekend and there will be more to come...