A blog where a writer writes and does other artful stuff.
Monday, September 26, 2011
All right. Today was the kind of day that smelled like barley soup and wet wildflowers. Could it get any better?
A poem? By one of the loveliest poets of the last century, Elizabeth Bishop? Why I do believe that this day just improved!
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black bromelias, lichens, owls, and the lint of the waterfalls cling, familiar, unbidden.
We have rain, rainbows and OWLS-universal symbol of all things fall and back-to-schoolish.
So...about the rain. I had an impressive list from my brilliant lovely sister-in-law musical type, and one of them was this: Sheer loveliness. Time to go for a bike ride! Man! I'm also reminded of all the seventies fashion that's going on right now. What do you think about it? There's a sweetheart neckline prairie dress that I'm thinking about creating.