We’ve stuffed a lot in and, like a good meal, summer feels over too soon. I feel blessed by the fullness, the family interactions, and all the settings and activities that epitomize summer for me. I ate blueberry pies with blueberries from our garden, swam in the ocean (in three different states), and watched my [...]
_______________________________ The orange moon is half uneaten a leftover peach in a black bowl of sky ________________________________ Photo is from Google images.
We passed a display of chicory and a field of cabbage. Joe pye weed loomed tall over a row of goldenrod along a farmer’s fence. Around the corner a cluster of happy faced jewelweed seemed to greet us. She pointed out boneset. I opened a milkweed pod and shook the silky platinum hair loose. It [...]
~ The following was published in the summer issue of All About Her, a regional news magazine insert. A ballerina and belly dancer, Ilima Ursomarso dances with fire, while spinning a hoop, or with a sword balanced on her head. As a professional dancer, a dance instructor, a movement arts therapist, a certified fitness trainer, [...]
1. My friend Will, the local poet who came up with the term “alter-native” to describe Floyd’s alternative community, refers to himself politically as a Dharmacrat. 2. “Republicans and Democrats are like Fords and Chevys. Like the Yankees and the Red Sox, they have an almost irrational need to take sides,” I said. 3. Said [...]
The moon is the world’s porch light but where is the switch? and who’s controlling it? ____________________________ Post note: The above little ditty was written by me and a man with disabilities that I support.
Fun in the Sun Taking the Plunge Water Sport Don’t Want to Dry Off Post Note: Watch the water frisbee video HERE.
Ripe tomatoes are falling off the vine. A single yellow swallowtail wings by, looking for zinnia and the last of the petunia. The rising breeze carries the scent of breakfast. The unlatched screen door squeaks open, then slams shut. Dirty onions are sprawled on the porch floor waiting to be to braided and hung. It’s [...]
That’s what our emcee Cameron announced to the Spoken Word crowd on Saturday. At 7:30 there were only six readers signed up on a pie plate. “That’s never happened before,” he said. His plea must have worked because by the end of the evening the count had changed to eleven readers. Cameron led us in [...]
~ The following was published in The Floyd Press on August 12, 2010. Satiating, stimulating, social, sweet, and swirling are some of the words Katherine Chantal uses to alliterate her love of tea in her new book of poems, A Tea Poet’s Journey. Written over a period of almost 2 years, the 40 page 5 [...]
1. On vacation with my husband on Chincoteague Island, I sat on a surfboard bench in the sand watching two women play scrabble while I waited for an order of crab cakes and French fries at a beach shack. After we ate, no waiters came to take our plates away or usher out, so we [...]
Post notes: Photos are from Chincoteague Island. More Wordless Wednesday are HERE.
There is nothing but sand for miles on Assateague beach, so the people put it to use. We saw so many sandcastles in the first half mile of walking that I began to think that sand castle building is a contagious culture, sort of like keeping up with the Jones’s. Or maybe the people [...]
Between the gusting wind, the sudsy surf balls scattering like tumbleweed, the drop-off dune incline down to the shore on one side, and the in-and-out of crashing of surf on the other, Joe and I were nearly bowled over at the beach on Assateague Island National Seashore. Landing from the 6 hour drive from the [...]
~ The following was published in The Floyd Press on August 5, 2010 and online HERE. About 60 people gathered at the Winter Sun Hall on Thursday evening for a presentation and public discussion on the environmental impact and health effects of mountaintop removal mining. Following a potluck on the Dogtown Roadhouse porch, local organizer [...]
1. I bought an aromatherapy candle and it stinks, which in this case means it has no smell and is useless for what I had in mind. 2. I wish I could wake up and see my life with new eyes every morning in the same way I do when I come home after being [...]
More Wordless Wednesdays posts are HERE.
“I want to see them at the Grammys next year or at least on the main stage at Floydfest,” I said to my neighbor Bob Grubel about the Flying A’s who were in town from Austin, Texas for some gigs and a house concert. It was an iconic summer evening of food cooked over a [...]
