Monday, June 2, 2014
This Summer is dry and never ending.Good for basil pesto, bad for Winter vegetables.
But mushrooms are encouraged fourth everywhere.
Two days of wet, combined with sickness have put me up to another writing...
My major lesson for the year:
that givers must set boundaries, because takers will not.
This is why I have had no time, no money, and no fuse for five months.
Feels good to tend my roots again.
There is not much better than camping, and it is taken very seriously in these parts.
Treasures are collected....
Feet are bathed in new bays,
and with new waves each moment
Canvas castles are constructed and lit for evening games of balderdash with dip and Riesling.
Shorelines inspected for signs of alien life
And mapped out at later dates in the imagination
And when we get home again, the lichen is still growing slowly on the fence posts,
forgotten fencing wire sitting shiva.
And at last, in May, the leaves drop, tannins marking wood,
turning to humus,
enriching the earth again.