| I have again lately seen the coons emerge from the grate at our corner, as has my wife; we know the desolation Of having our grapes stolen from our vines; (from WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS) | ||
Don't Gather All
the Grapes
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Nel's blackberry jam
(to raccoon news)
Here are the promised
toothsome treats.
The blackberries were
harvested down by our creek
And the resulting jams
are my first stirrings
In such endeavors.
I was quite please
with the results
Am itching to try
huckleberries
I picked a quart
earlier in the year
And made a pie that
was quite tasty
Huckleberries are
challenging
Because it takes so
many
To make anything
I worked over an hour
to pick
A single quart
Tiny little things but
They pack a lot of
flavor…..
Nelderberry O’N.
Packing up Nel's writing notebook
for the move, 2010.  ...........................
SOUTH STREET
SPRING GINGKO LEAF
in red cordial glass - 6/13
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Smitten by these prehistoric leaves before -
http://raccoonnews.blogspot.com/2012/11/gingko-tree-
pacsirta-from-hungarian.html -
we gather one from this season
and celebrate again
...............
(Shay's poster from her Facebook page)
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Being But Men
Being but men, we walked into the trees
Afraid, letting our syllables be soft For fear of waking the rooks, For fear of coming Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries. If we were children we might climb, Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig, And, after the soft ascent, Thrust out our heads above the branches To wonder at the unfailing stars. Out of confusion, as the way is, And the wonder, that man knows, Out of the chaos would come bliss. That, then, is loveliness, we said, Children in wonder watching the stars, Is the aim and the end. Being but men, we walked into the trees. | ||
By the calendar the appointed day
but rue-inous weather.....the good folks of the
1st Congregational UCC gathered in leaden-lidded
Elysian fields in temps in the 50s at the Glasenapp
Ranch in Dousman WI. Purpose: TO PICNIC
Two hawks were seen hunting pr(
as Rev. Brittany -with her son Julius - led the service.
The crowd clustered together in their traditional home-brought
folding chairs and warm jackets if they had been wise and dressed
for the chill.
As the picnic progressed shivering merriment obtained. Some
heat-seeking missive types sought the remove of the wood fire
where the cooking of childens' hot dogs and s'mores went on.
These people willingly sacrificed their garments
to wood smoke in favor of the heat being radiated.
John T. adopts inscrutable gaze. Part Japanese.
His wife tries to remember something just on the tip of her tongue.
As brownie eater consumes, Ron casts mirthless expression. Allegedly has wry sense of humor.
The Brunster smiles through a fright-wig.
She is not scorned, but is acquainted with grief.
Her portfolio includes that.
the story on the shivering dog but he seemed wedded to a position under the fire-pit bench.
Later we learned that Cleo G., our hostess, heated a big towel in the micro-wave
and wrapped the dog, named Annie, to warm her after everybody went home.
Carol, a new member is learning the many personalities of the Congo. Upbeat, she stands in front
of upswept pines.
Fire-pit symbolizes the United Church of Christ motto: 'That they all may be one'.
http://www.ucc.org/feed-your-spirit/daily-devotional/that-they-may-all-be-one.html
Rev. Brittany Barber
1st Cong. Church UCC
100 E Broadway, Waukesha, WI 53186
262-542-8008
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7jXHwEPhps
All are welcome!
This is an unofficial summary of this event
and very incomplete. Many things occurred,
including the preparations of Bill and Cleo,
the lawn mowing, the groaning but festive board
inside the house where attenders assembled
their pot lucky dishes and filed around at
the appointed time, the gay chats happening
here there and E.where, ........lots more,
including the parked antique Buick roadster
of Marge and Mel Stark.
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Watering Trough
Let the end of all bathtubs
be this putting out to pasture
of four Victorian bowlegs
anchored in grasses.
Let all longnecked browsers
come drink from the shallows
while faucets grow rusty
and porcelain yellows.
Where once our nude forebears
soaped up in this vessel
come, cows, and come, horses.
Bring burdock and thistle,
come slaver the scum of
timothy and clover
on the cast-iron lip that
our grandsires climbed over
and let there be always
green water for sipping
that muzzles may enter thoughtful
and rise dripping.
be this putting out to pasture
of four Victorian bowlegs
anchored in grasses.
Let all longnecked browsers
come drink from the shallows
while faucets grow rusty
and porcelain yellows.
Where once our nude forebears
soaped up in this vessel
come, cows, and come, horses.
Bring burdock and thistle,
come slaver the scum of
timothy and clover
on the cast-iron lip that
our grandsires climbed over
and let there be always
green water for sipping
that muzzles may enter thoughtful
and rise dripping.
Les Paul and Mary Ford
From the 3rd floor of the Odd Fellows building
we bring you
We're Sitting On Top of The World
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTx6DTcZJ4o
....and toward the end, he STILL had it:
PLAY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HH8vjxFIUC4&feature=player_detailpage
