Saturday, April 29, 2017

Lately we alternate between skiffs of snow, 
spatterings of rain. hints of blue sky and a bits of cloud.
But it must be spring because we had to move the 
Forester so they can sweep the gravel from the street.


Yesterday we went for a walk in search of birds,
we found some.



"I remember you. You're the one
who lifted your ancient bones
of fossil rock, pulled yourself free
of the strata like a plaster figure
rising from its own mold, became
flesh and feather, took wing,
arrested the sky."

from Stone Bird
by Pattiann Rogers

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Spring has sprung?





It’s harder to lose things and easier to find them, 
including yourself, in the light.” 

from Bathing the Lion
by Jonathan Carroll



Thursday, April 13, 2017




"He yearned for the day when the new church

would be built—right across the road. Now
it rises above the moon: saints in frescoes 

meet the eye,"

from The New Church"
by Lucia Cherciu

Monday, April 10, 2017

I mentioned we went to the park with the dogs last week.
Shaun, Nina, and Whateley not only saw the ducks but
they made a new friend.







"If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, 
it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, 
and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence. "

George Eliot


Monday, April 3, 2017


"These Castles, tilting the sky over their towers
Championing the river of hills below,
Have silent halls and courtyards locked with snow,"

ftom The Strongholds
by Robert Finch
in The Strength of the Hills
Indian File: 2

A bit of snow yesterday so Whateley and I took some
 photos in the back yard. Blue sky today.


"his mind, that sea, caught at green
thoughts shadowing a green infinity."


from Marvell's Garden
by Phyllis Webb
in Even Your Right Eye
Indian File: 8

Thanks Margy