"Birdsong"

In the effort to finally search through all the accumulated stuff of life , I came across this poem and wish to share : "He doesn't know the world at all Who stays in his nest and doesn't go out . He doesn't know what birds know best Nor what I want to sing about , That the world is full of loveliness . When dewdrops sparkle in the grass And Earth's aflood with morning light , A blackbirk sings upon a bush To greet the dawning after night . Then I know how fine it is to live . Hey , try to open up your heart To beauty ; go to the woods someday And weave a wreath of memory there . Then if the tears obscure your way You'll know who wonderful it is To be alive ." Child in Terezin concentration camp

Porch Garden's Bounty

Like my Mother , and her Mother before her , I need to dig in the dirt ! We are gardeners ( and cooks and creators with fabric and craftors and... sigh...another story for another time ) . The call to order seeds , clean tools and ready the containers for planting is STRONG ! Shifting gears to accommodate my present home required planning , not a "truck garden" , but a Porch Garden ! Those three-lobed stacking planters sheltered various herbs , marigolds , re-grown scallions , ginger ! , lettuces and small oriental cabbages ! Added to the medley was an 18" pot for a small red potato , cut into thirds for each of three sprouted "eyes" .As the roaming deer like to snack on EVERYTHING , a cage of hardware cloth was fashioned to cover the emerging foliage . Fast forward to last week , said foliage's fading indicated it was time to harvest . That small planter yielded about three pounds of red potatoes !!! I AM DELIGHTED !!!

Another poem...(12/10/99)

" I love the sounds of storm - so sea-like , As winds surge through treetops And crash against the house , To recede and crash again . Strangely comforting to a land-locked shore-dweller - To be lulled to sleep by ocean's surf So far from the salty tang ."