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 |
Snow in ... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ... Summer Not here... but close. Bozeman and Georgetown Lake had snow so I wove that into my daily flash fiction. The prompt was broad and easy but I was desperate. Only started to write it at 8, an hour before it was due at 9. It didn't win... so I still don't know what I'm doing right or wrong. I will persist.
When I finished I looked out the window. It was sunny and sprinkling so there was a brilliant rainbow. Our resident leprechaun got a photo of himself with it. It did get up to 58ºf (14ºc), very close to setting a record new low high. Summer can be tricky in Montana. There's a helluva storm churning in Eastern Montana. Looks like a cyclone. North of here there has been hail. It affected Lavender Lori who grows... I didn't mind the cooling down so much because I live on the third floor with poor air circulation (only two south facing windows). Central Europe this week is looking forward to life-threatening heat with temperatures over 40º predicted. It does get over 40º here, but the humidity is zilch (like 10%) when it does and nights cool down. I wish I weren't here, but I'm glad I'm not there either. Still no travel plans. |