Seeing Poetry II

After my rediscovery last weekend of the poetry right in front of me, I went in search of more poetry. Youngest son Justin wrote a lot during his high school years. Most of his writing was penned only for himself, privately filling many journals still housed in his desk, but I did find one of his public poems in my copy of his high school literary magazine.

He hadn't shared it with me before it was published, but when Élan came out, he left a copy on the kitchen table, knowing that I would read it. As soon as I did, I knew exactly who and what it was written about. I had inwardly fumed at the initial incident; how dare someone hurt my son in the dismissive and yes, callous, way she had done it. Justin showed me a much more effective and beautifully-worded way of dealing with feelings - by writing a poem. I was reminded of this lesson again just a few weeks ago when this same woman behaved in an even more callous and downright cruel manner. Sadly, I don't think Justin is still writing poems, but perhaps I should start writing and stop fuming.

As his mother, I'm completely partial, but I do love this poem. In honor of National Poetry Month, my youngest poet son who has the ability to use just the right words and things to teach me, I'm sharing: 

Callous Liasons

Sympathetic?
             No.
Malicious?
             Yes.

Everyday,
Struggling to hear
             Yearning for the words.
Why can't they say
             Yes?

We all covet it
At some point.
Sometimes at
             Ten,
                          Twenty,
                                       Forty.
             Arduous for some
             Effortless for others.

High school.
Should be simple,
             Right?
             Not for me.
                          Not for them.

Not an ordinary
Weekend.
             Met once before
             Mesmerized then
                          Still now.
Must restrict myself
             But I asked.
I got an answer.

She said
             She must shout.
So my heart can hear
             The lethal response.
                           No.   

Ten on Tuesday - It's Delightful!

This week's Ten on Tuesday is 10 Everyday Things That Delight You. What a lovely topic to consider the multitude of delightful things in my life. Some are things, some are experiences, and some are a combination of both, but they are all wonderful to me.

Mt. Moran in Grand Teton National Park delights me immensely.

These people at Mt. Moran give me even more delight!

1.  PG Tips Tea - Proper English tea, this is what gets me out of bed in the morning and starts my delightful day.

2.   My ipod - This is how I listen to audiobooks. I use it every day and it's probably my favorite piece of technology.

3.   The stained glass over my sink - It's simple, but I love the reflections and colors it casts on the kitchen wall, and allows me to have a rainbow-colored view while I do dishes.

4.   ChiaoGoo interchangeable needles - I love everything about these needles and the fact that they make knitting even more enjoyable.

5.   Our birdhouses - Years ago, my husband built several birdhouses from scrap lumber and we all decorated them. I put them up every spring and delight in our colorful painting and the families of birds that move in.

6.   Talking with my kids on the phone - Certainly a commonplace occurrence, but it's wonderful, especially when it's good news like it was Monday evening!

7.   Cleaning out flowerbeds and seeing new green shoots on almost everything - I was overly excited to find bright green shoots on roses, mums, and hydrangeas yesterday.

8.   Getting into a bed freshly made with sheets that have been dried on the line - That happened last night and was a wonderful ahhhh moment.

9.   The abundance of family photos and artwork in our home - I find it delightful that I can look around almost every room and see great photos that have captured some truly happy memories. Photos of childhood, vacations, graduations, art projects by and from the boys are all treasured and fill me with happiness.

10.  Knitting, reading, and enjoying a glass of wine at the end of a long day - Another ahhhh moment when I sit down in my comfortable chair, glass of wine nearby, and lose myself in knitting and/or reading. This is definitely delightful and I look forward to the experience almost every night.

So what brings you delight? I hope everyone has a a nice long list!

Seeing Poetry I

I'm guilty of becoming blind to some things in my surroundings and not really seeing them. This piece of poetry has been hanging in our home for 12 years, but thankfully, some spring cleaning and dusting this weekend served to make me notice, read, truly see, and remember all the surprise and joy it brought me back in 2003.

Ryan wrote this as a school assignment back in sixth grade. His teacher was taken with the imagery, submitted it to Creative Kids magazine, and he became a published author. I remember reading this for the first time and shedding some tears myself, thankful for being able to see things through his eyes, and that he could describe a perfectly average scene from his window so beautifully. I'm not impartial in any way, but I do love this poem. In honor of National Poetry Month, my oldest poet son who still has a way with words, the fact that the gutter is no longer filled with white flakes, and that I actually did some spring cleaning (but his window is still speckled with smudges of dirt), I'm sharing:

 Gutter Filled With White Flakes

Gutter filled with white flakes as they billowed out-

ward, roof dappled with melting snow. I sat watching

 birds. By chance, I saw them, flooding by like water in

 the rapids, rippling, fluttering about madly as dragon- 

flies. Small, dark, brown birds with tan flecks all down

their bodies ending in bristled curls on their tails. One

halted its skyward ascent to sit on the edge of the

snow-filled gutter. A twig snapped above the bird's

head and plummeted. The bird, startled, slapped its

wings and gracefully soared away from its certain peril. 

One bird gone, yet another replaced it almost immedi-

ately, squatting down, making itself look ever more

pudgy, so pudgy in fact, that I almost had to laugh. 

That bird's visit, too, was cut short. A heavy truck rum-

bled down the road startling the bird, it drove onward 

in its trek to an unknown destination. A cardinal sits

on a tree branch, tree's trunk striped with ribbons of

rolling droplets as if in tears, weeping with sorrow 

at the cardinal's departure. As the smudges of dirt with 

which my window is speckled begin to cloud my view, 

I begin to slip into the world of knowingness. I turn

away, in tears, vowing to look back on this day and

behold again all the glory and peace it brought.

Friday Letters

I've written a few Friday Letters to recap my week, say what's on my mind, and take the opportunity to offer a thank you or two. Let's open the mail...

Dear Guardian Angel,

Thank you for watching over Justin at the end of March. Even though he drives drove a big diesel truck, his truck was no match for the last surprise eight inches of *%&$#*! snow and ice that sent him careening into a marble post, mailbox, and tree. I'm so incredibly thankful that he was okay, even though his truck was totaled. Every time I complain about endless calls with the insurance company, all the other associated details that have to be dealt with, being without my car for the past several weeks because Justin needs it to get to school, and now the process of looking for another vehicle, I stop as soon as I catch myself, and say another prayer of gratitude that he was okay. Please continue to watch over him; he is a 21-year old boy man male and could possibly even use an extra guardian angel if there is one to spare.

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Dear Verizon,

Just a customer service tip, "Oh, crap" is not what your customers want to hear from you after being assured by three different associates that you can easily transfer contacts and photos. After two and a half hours and a suggestion from a helpful customer that happened to walk in, then you were able to easily transfer things. Good job!

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Dear Life,

The past four months have been a little trying in many different ways. If there is any possibility, could I please ask for a slight reprieve for the next month or so? It doesn't have to be anything big, maybe just an hour or two to sit peacefully, concentrate on reading a real book, knit without making so many mistakes because I'm worrying about other things, and not feel cold dread in the pit of my stomach every time the phone rings because I'm expecting bad news. Thanks for considering my request!

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Wishing everyone a happy, healthy, safe, and smart weekend!

To the Rescue!

Now that spring is ever so slowly returning to my neighborhood, today seemed like a good day for one of my personal spring rituals. Our past five days have been chilly, grey, and rainy, but the rain has served to melt away the very last dregs of snow. This is a real cause for rejoicing, but it also revealed how badly the lawn suffered from winter's ravages.

We are not well-manicured lawn people; with lots of shade trees and plenty of lawn apathy, we can only grow some grass, but lots of moss. I think it's beautiful, soft, and fun to walk on, and since I'm the one that mows the lawn, my husband's desire for more "real grass" gets vetoed.

The towering piles of snow killed some of the grass and moss, leaving big bare patches scattered throughout the lawn, and our resident deer herd, digging and foraging for something to eat, dug up their fair share of moss. We scraped up some large patches of moss with our enthusiastic shoveling, so it was clearly time for my spring ritual - Moss Rescue Day!

Big bare patch

Deer digging patch

Moss Rescue Day consists of walking around the yarn, picking up any scraped or shoveled moss patches and using them to fill in the bare patches. I know, it doesn't sound exciting and I'm posting odd photos of dirt, but it does my heart good to save the moss and try to make the yard look a bit better and greener.

Before: Ugly bare patch

After: Bare patch filled in with rescued moss

I don't have nearly enough rescued moss to fill in all the bare spots, but I do have a plan. In the next month or so when temperatures start to warm and grass and the existing moss start to really grow, I'm going to make several batches of moss milkshake, pour it on any places that are still bare, and happily watch my new moss grow. My neighbors already wonder about me, so I may be providing them with some extra entertainment. 

These lovely green patches of moss in my rock garden are already reproducing and spreading by producing spores, all part of the beauty of moss and why I look forward to Moss Rescue Day!

The Last 10, Plus One

This week's Ten on Tuesday topic is The 10 Last Books You Have Read. Luckily for me, Goodreads is one of the few places where I manage to stay up-to-date and organized, so this one should be easy. Including what I'm currently reading, my books are:

1.   The Golem and the Jinni - I'm reading (actually listening to) this one after Carole convinced me with her review. I was a little hesitant because the story sounds so different (almost odd!) but it's really wonderful so far.

2.   The Green Road -  Another current read, this Irish family saga is a pre-publication copy I was lucky enough to win through First Reads. I would probably be done with it if The Golem and the Jinni hadn't captured my attention so well.

3.   Better Than Before - A nonfiction book, that, while not bad, didn't really teach me anything I didn't already know. I need to stop thinking that new self-help books are going to solve all my problems and bad habits.

4.   Unless - A successful writer's oldest daughter drops out of college to become a panhandler, sitting on a street corner with a sign around her neck bearing the word "Goodness". I read this one in search of some parental insights. I don't know that I came away with any answers, but it did raise questions, which can also be a good thing.

5.   Hausfrau - Ugh! This is definitely not the book for me. I honestly couldn't even finish it (and I rarely abandon a book) after I grew weary of a protagonist intent on self-destruction of her decent life, without any desire to change herself or her circumstances. On the plus side, the cover is beautiful.

6.   The Martian - Science fiction with lots of science! MacGyver on Mars! I found the book fun, entertaining, and enjoyable. Some of the writing is adolescent, and if you're looking for evocative prose, a beautiful, complex story, character development, and introspection, I'm afraid you won't find it in this book, but you will find a compelling adventure.

7.   A Fatal Grace - This is the second in the Armand Gamache mystery series, and I liked it even more than the first. I've got the third and fourth books ready to go when The Golem and the Jinni release their hold on me.

8.   Station Eleven - Post-apocalyptic fiction is not my favorite, but the author managed to intertwine both the pre- and post- worlds in a well-written, thoughtful, and unique way. 

9.   The Shipping News - This was a reread for me, and I was thrilled to find that The Shipping News is one of the few books that stands up well to a reread and is even better than I had remembered!

10. If I Loved You, I Would Tell You This - This book illustrates some of the difficulties I have reading and rating a volume of short stories. Some of these stories are very, very good (the title story) and some are very much less so.

11. The Adventures of Beekle: The Unimaginary Friend - This picture book is the 2015 Caldecott Medal winner, and I loved it so much that I had to include it as a bonus #11. I won't bore you with all my thoughts here in case picture books for children 3-6 years old aren't your thing, but you can take a look at my review if you're interested. It's possible that I may have ordered a copy for myself.

So, what are some of the last books you've read? I'd love to hear about them, good, bad, or in between!

It's a Seedy Business...

But it means that spring is finally approaching! I started some of our garden seeds about a week ago, and just seeing those little seedlings makes me happy. There are Napa cabbage, Brussels sprouts, three types of tomatoes, two types of watermelons, and five types of marigolds in the front two trays. I planted the back tray on Saturday with peppers and more tomatoes.

My started seeds usually live in our cheap cost-efficient planting arrangement - shelves from Costco with fluorescent fixtures suspended over them, housed in the dungeon basement. This is why I wish I had a greenhouse, but it works even though it's not pretty. It's more Mother Earth News than Martha Stewart.

I love how the watermelons look so strong and energetic, reaching for the sun.

Some of the marigolds are getting their first set of true leaves, above the seed leaves

 (or cotyledons for those that might remember some botany terms). 

I marvel that these tomato seedlings, some of which haven't even fully broken the seed coat, will be producing delicious red fruit in only four or five months.

I'm glad to finally be employed in some seedy business!