Photo: P. Tonery
Since returning home from Sicily, I have been steeped in creative work and tending our vegetable gardens, which are growing by leaps and bounds.
These are the pendants I made, using the collected seaglass and lentil size stones I found on the shingle beach in Scopello.
I have been writing a lot of essays and poems, trying to recapture the best of the experience. (Some of the travel is a bit daunting, especially when you're flying with over 500 people. I think I learned something to make those flights a bit kinder. Seats on the sides of plane or just behind the walls that divide travel classes have a bit more room. If you are given the opportunity to select seats, then pick these areas. You may have to pay a bit more, but it will be worth it. Trust me, I know the difference in leg room.) Thus far, 3 poems and two essays have been selected for publication. What a thrill that is, especially when it's challenging to make scenes as poignant as being there.
Maybe that is always the challenge. Besides writing about Sicily, I have been working on my 100 word story collection. Hoping to put together one hundred 100 word stories. I am writing 1-2 stories a day.Everything and anything can trigger a story. The characters, for the most part, are quirky and behaving badly, or are strangely righteous, or just trying to get by, day by day, and make sense of their lives. These stories are so different from my poetry, and I am having a lot of fun writing these terse ironic scenes. It's deliciously wicked, letting readers "see" the underside of situations.
Here's a link to a 100 word story that I wrote last summer. It was accepted in the fall, and has just been published on Lost Balloon https://lost-balloon.com/2018/07/25/cry-baby-by-m-j-iuppa/
The 100 word story form is a bit addictive, too.
Our gardens are doing quite well, especially having the two week late start. I think we're catching up.
I cannot believe how we have managed to stay ahead of weeds. Seriously, this is a miracle. It's been so hot here. No rain for days, weeks to be exact; then, this past week we have had some slow soaking rain. The plants have jumped in size and fullness, especially squash plants. We had to water, which works, but rain water is the real elixir. We're going to take pictures today and I will post.
I think I did something smart in the section that holds the squash type plants: zucchini, yellow, acorn, butternut, etc. these are shorter rows, north to south, whereas the other rows are longer, east to west.
Consequently, the squash vines are contained to their area and not running amok across the whole garden, which is quite large.
In other news, several weeks ago, we had a terrible disaster with our chickens and turkeys, which were growing up so nicely. A fierce raccoon came in and killed all but three birds. Ugh. We lost 20 birds. I was heartsick.
Now we have that situation solved, and have acquired some new birds. To everything, there is a season . . .
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Thursday, July 26, 2018
Thursday, June 15, 2017
Thursday, June 15, 2017 Mary, How does your garden grow?
Red Rooster Farm:
This week, we were able to till the North and East gardens, and yesterday I began planting the North garden. Thus far, yesterday and today, I have put in 90 tomato plants: Amish paste, Romas, Robeson, Carolina Gold, Cherokee Purple, Mortgage Lifters, Brandywine, Celebrity, Celebration, Early Girl, Sweet 100's & Honey Bunch; eggplant, purple and striped, sweet peppers (green to red) Red Beauties and Galileo, mixed hot peppers, mixed bell peppers, cherry bombs; carrots, Blue Lake beans, Gourmet green beans . . .more waiting to be planted. Just as I finished putting in the tray of carrots, it began to rain. Made it to the house before the skies opened up:DOWNPOUR!
Now the sun is shining. . . .
Getting Back to Poetry Readings:
Went to the Genesee Reading Series on Tuesday evening at Writers & Books and thoroughly enjoyed listening to Poets Bart White and Paulette Swartzfager. They decided to share the reading, sitting side by side, each reading a poem that would let the other select a poem in response or not. it was fabulous. Both of them, Southerners, who are gifted storytellers. What's not to love? The evening's reading was on wing. Loved every minute of it.
On Writing:
I seem to be writing every morning, mostly 100 word stories; yet, there have been a few poems too.
I think I'm settling into a summer work routine. I really need to work on my novella. I haven't really returned to that, but I will. Perhaps as soon as the gardens are planted.
I have been reading The Great Gatsby in preparation for the Brockport Seymour Library Book Discussion on June 28th. I think I'm in good shape for this. It's funny, I am seeing so much in this reading, more than ever before. I wonder if it's happening to the other readers too.
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I have several poetry books that I am writing reviews for. Still trying to finish looking at a manuscript I was given literally months ago. I'm nearly done.
Can you believe we're nearly through June? How is it possible?
Soon, summer! Enjoy!
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