Summer today. Walking off my grandmother's front porch, sweet, but wholly imaginary honeysuckle is heavy in the air. First of all, it's mid-November. And second of all, I don't think there's a honeysuckle plant for .5 mile in any direction from her house. I've checked ( Read more... )

Yesterday I was reading an Evergreen State College brochure on my grandma's front porch swing, thinking about their list of majors, swaying the wrong way. I heard the thunder before I saw the storm, a long time before I saw rain. Lightning struck a tree in the alley across the street before there was a drop anywhere nearby. The air felt and looked ( Read more... )

While I was swimming today, this man waded up to me and my sister, and said something in spanish that I obviously couldn't understand. We said we didn't speak spanish, and he went away, but after 30 seconds, he was back again. It looked like he was gesticulating at my goggles, so I took them off and offered them to him. He ducked under and spurted ( Read more... )

Go look, now, before you read this, and before it changes! Standing in a window doesn't count, go outside! Smell, Taste, Wander, Look! Love ( Read more... )

Outside my grandma's house, neighbor-girl is singing "party time, party time, party time," the sidewalk is soaked from a sprinkler, grass is wet. I saw something, maybe heard something, that made me think of summer. After I got into the car, it was gone and the air smelled like sweet meats. Longing for warmth and, well I guess just summer, I ( Read more... )

Blenders are for wusses ( Read more... )

( bitching, skip, skip, skip )

I just came in ( Read more... )

A photograph of a drawing I saw today reminded of me of the summer I was in several Natural History Camps. Amazing that my outstanding memory of that summer wasn't learning to swim or camping or anything useful, but of how many times people told me that I looked like Opal Jennings. A counseler at the photography camp seemed dead serious and ( Read more... )

I was looking out the windows on the old sleeping porch today when my mom and I were moving 9 year old storage. Barren trees against a watercolor sky are beautiful, but not warm-smiled like summer foliage. Bright colors and unfiltered sunshine, or deep living indigo night skys with a van gogh moon claim more of beauty than white ice and delicate ( Read more... )