Wednesday, June 20, 2018

We took a 30 km drive yesterday and the spotty tent caterpillar
damage extended the entire way. The worms themselves, as 
they are call here are either webbed up or drying out, it has been 
quite hot. 

Now for something a bit more cheerful


All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!

Ducks’ tails, drakes’ tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight
Busy in the river!

Slushy green undergrowth
Where the roach swim—
Here we keep our larder,
Cool and full and dim.

Everyone for what he likes!
We like to be
Heads down, tails up,
Dabbling free!

High in the blue above
Swifts whirl and call—
We are down a-dabbling
Up tails all!

Wind in the Willows

Sunday, June 17, 2018

The Desolation of the Worm (Not by Robert Howard)

Illustration Future Future Fiction, Number One, Nov. 1939 

"So", the queen said to the Earth couple "off the the cabin ehh!!!
Already my tiny minions have denuded what trees the beaver left.
Even now they launch themselves at your cabin."

Evil chittering from all around!!!! 
Will our semi brave couple escape, will the cabin survive 
the multi-legged horde??

Too be continued??? Who knows???

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Anthony Bourdain June 25th 1956 - June 8th 2018

"One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, 
         Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; 
Another came; nor yet beside the rill, 
         Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "

from Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard 

by Thomas Gray

    "Maybe that's enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom is realising how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go."

    Anthony Bourdain

    Friday, June 8, 2018

    Sad news.

    "I'm never a reliable narrator, unbiased or objective. "

    Anthony Bourdain 

    Monday, May 28, 2018

    “There were no lions any more. There had been lions once. Sometimes in the shimmer of the heat on the plains the motion of their running still flickered on the dry wind — tawny, great, and quickly gone. Sometimes the honey-colored moon shivered to the silence of a ghost-roar on the rising air.” 

    from The Lion of Boaz-Jachin and Jachin-Boaz
    by Russell Hoban

    Friday, May 25, 2018

    "Blue heaven and brown earth compel me.
         I wander as a child at play.
    What was it, little sparrow, tell me,
         That made me grieve so yesterday? "    
    from A May Song
    by Archibald Lampman


    Sunday, May 20, 2018

    The Past

    I am ensnared currently, on the wheel of the past.
    And the quote below is a good reminder,
    to shake free of it.

    "What I want to say is
    that the past is the past,
    and the present is what your life is, 
    and you are capable 
    of choosing what that will be, 
    darling citizen." 

    from Mornings at Blackwater Pond 
    by Mary Oliver