Memorial Day Weekend

Poem a Day Title Update:

"Downstream"

"The Nature of Change" (poem took two weeks to write)


Saw Pirate Radio last night. Movies at home work especially well these days because we're
doing so much work during the day. The veggie gardens are nearly all planted, and the weeding has begun. It never ends.


This movie is fun to watch. Actually, silly and easy-going, and the music is fabulous. So if you want light entertain on a warm summer night, consider this as a rental.

I posted a trailer below.

Have to work in the gardens today. Want to take a bike ride first though. Hopefully we'll get a canoe ride in too.

My son Nick is coming back from the Outer banks today. He and his friends have gone to this same spot for three years now, maybe four? There are wild horses on the beach. I wish I could
be there to see the horses. Not necessary spend a vacation with this group, even though they're all wonderful people-- their conversations throw me-- it's like a Mamet play. All those layers of fast paced words. Nonetheless, they have a blast, swimming in the ocean, skin-boarding, cooking meals for the whole gang. Several of his friends graduated this semester. Nick has one more semester to go, then on with his life and wherever it may take him.

I'm wondering about the future too. Here we are standing at the edge of another summer.
I have my calendar ready to pencil in plans. I'm terrible at planning recreation, but I'm going
to make an effort to figure it out. I'm going to make lists of all the free events -- and start there.


Hope your holiday weekend(think love, not war) is relaxing. Back to work, then play!

Memorial Day Weekend

It's overcast this morning and quite still. No wind. I've been puttering this weekend. Yesterday spent time weeding and clearing out gardens. Lilies of the Valley in bloom. These flowers remind me of my mother. Next, the herb garden. I looked into our small garden pond and saw at least five fish! So glad they survived the winter. Two calico fish, mostly white and orange, are quite large now. They were about two inches when we bought them last year. I think they're close to five-six inches long. The ferns I planted by the pond have survived too. The honeysuckle looks lovely-- a decent umbrella shade. I have a friend whose garden pool was discovered by herons. From their kitchen nook window, they watched(much to their horror) the herons dance and flap and guzzle down all of their goldfish.

When this happens, I wonder about bird/animal memory. Do birds/animals remember their good fortune? About three days ago now, a fox came and made off with two of our Barded Rock chickens. He/she went right into the hutch. We knew it was fox and not coyote because black and white feathers were scattered everywhere. The fox was plucking the feathers en route to his/her den. We're hoping that the fox won't be back. Now we have different fencing. The remaining hens were a bit traumatized and didn't lay any eggs until yesterday. We now have to worry about all of the new chicks and chickens. We have Cornish hens, which behave like dogs, eat and sleep. They are really big white birds, plump like sumo wrestlers. They're hanging with two leghorns, three Comets and three RI Reds and at least 24 baby sumo wrestlers. It's quite a scene.

Picnic today with my oldest and dearest friends. Please, no rain.