FROM THE HEIRLOOM VEGETABLE BOOTH
delicious-tasting off-color and shape vegetables last Saturday.
They cost a little more but are worth it! Tomatoes, egg-plant.....
Stand usually situated to the left of Friedman Street and river lot.
on north side of shopping lane just before or after the honey guy.
...
A SMALL DOWNTOWN SIAMESE CAT
OBSERVES, WATCHES ME
as I walk across the street from him
- or her - on South Street.
It hides on a sill behind a rusty screen
and takes up just a small corner
or the window.
Today I had my inexpensive
Lower Crustacean cell cam
and tried for a picture.
I did not get a satisfactory result,
the unsuccessful try is shown above.
I resort to a red arrow and
circle to show the vigilant cat.
With the LVD memorial Nikon Digital
on zoom, I would have captured it.
This cat lives perhaps a daytime solitary life
in its second floor flat
above a music store.
When I go by I look for it each time
and it's almost always there.
Watches me moving on his-or-her street
moving from-or-to my own downtown upper sill
not far away.
moving from-or-to my own downtown upper sill
not far away.
...
A small swamp cat,
maybe nittier, grittier
...
made in England
hangs from Odd Fellows
bedroom wall.
Fuchsia
[from THE WRITERS ALMANAC, Garrison Keillor, 8-23-12]
That summer in the west I walked sunrise
to dusk, narrow twisted highways without shoulders,
low stone walls on both sides. Hedgerows
of fuchsia hemmed me in, the tropical plant
now wild, centuries after nobles imported it
for their gardens. I was unafraid,
did not cross to the outsides of curves, did not
look behind me for what might be coming.
For weeks in counties Kerry and Cork, I walked
through the red blooms the Irish call
the Tears of God, blazing from the brush
like lanterns. Who would have thought
a warm current touching the shore
of that stone-cold country could make
lemon trees, bananas, and palms not just take,
but thrive? Wild as the jungles they came from,
where boas flexed around their trunks —
like my other brushes with miracles,
the men who love you back, how they come
to you, gorgeous and invasive, improbable,
hemming you in. And you walk that road
blazing, some days not even afraid to die.
to dusk, narrow twisted highways without shoulders,
low stone walls on both sides. Hedgerows
of fuchsia hemmed me in, the tropical plant
now wild, centuries after nobles imported it
for their gardens. I was unafraid,
did not cross to the outsides of curves, did not
look behind me for what might be coming.
For weeks in counties Kerry and Cork, I walked
through the red blooms the Irish call
the Tears of God, blazing from the brush
like lanterns. Who would have thought
a warm current touching the shore
of that stone-cold country could make
lemon trees, bananas, and palms not just take,
but thrive? Wild as the jungles they came from,
where boas flexed around their trunks —
like my other brushes with miracles,
the men who love you back, how they come
to you, gorgeous and invasive, improbable,
hemming you in. And you walk that road
blazing, some days not even afraid to die.
LVD, flowering tree, Fairvax VA ...
Erin, Denise's daughter, practices her hugging
...
OFF THE GRID IN ALASKA
another daughter in Wasilla sends Zeppelin news
http://www.adn.com/2012/08/22/2597092/nasa-alaska-officials-see-new.html
(Background: http://raccoonnews.blogspot.com/2007/12/zep-origin-of.html )
...
on slowing down
 
|
Old picture from NY Times Book Review
still hangs at the raccoon abode, this time
at the Odd Fellows...
Heirloom tomatoes from top photo
sliced and eaten 8-23-12
