Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
I will be stealing prompts from wherever I can. BCOF: "Write about your Mother's or Grandmother's favorite flower or candy." I chose this because I actually know the answer! We grew up visiting my grandparents every August. Horribly hot in Pennsylvania... every year. My grandmother loved nasturtiums and we were sent out to pick them most every day. She grew them in big tires painted white. My grandfather on the other hand had hollyhocks. He was considerate to die in May; it was lilac time. I was 11. Whisked away by my uncle to Florida my grandmother grew gardenias. When she visited us up north I asked her about eating nasturtiums. Of course one can! Odd that we had never had that discussion when I was a child. I always thought her flower was the nasturtium, so when she died in December, 1985 at age 93 I bought some silk ones. Needless to say my aunts advised me that her favorite flowers were pink carnations. My mother at age 97 still has opinions. When I think of her... hyacinths and portulaca... but favorite flower? I probably should ask! At least I know that as a child she loved the bonbons that her maternal grandfather always gave her. |