I am in here.
So they are home, and moblogged even. The men are exhausted, need baths, and at least one of them has successfully grown a beard. Buck is not as pleased with his beard as he’d planned to be, seeing as a fair percentage of it is gray. He seems to have the notion that he ended … Continue reading The arrival
Spring is here. Definitely. The nasty winter rain has turned into nasty spring rain. The differences are two: warmer temperatures of the drops the fact that some of them are hitting tree-buds that are near to blooming Not to mention the nicer quality of the sunshine when tis all over. I’ve finalized my LA plans, … Continue reading spring rain
… and filed away here for future use. Now I have to go shoot those Bambis that have been eating all my hostas the past few years. From ProfessorBainbridge.com: With apologies to Stephen Green…a Friday Recipe Sometimes you pick the wine to go with the food you’ve chosen, but sometimes you pick a meal to … Continue reading found via VodkaPundit
Poetry is a fireplace in summer or a fan in winter. One need not be a haikai poet, but if someone doesn’t live inside ordinary life and understand ordinary feelings, he’s not likely to be a poet. [These come from Learn from the Pine, by Basho, included in Robert Hass’s Essential Haiku. I think I’ll … Continue reading Basho on Poetry
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