Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden
by Matthea Harvey
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Forrest prepared for us a Guatemalan feast of eggs, beans, homemade tortillas, and hot sauce the other night. Delicious and simple, a staple of the country. He showed us pictures from his recent trip with Engineers Without Borders. Guatemala is definitely on my list of places to visit-- the landscape looks so lush with tropical plants. I want to be a gringo!
Yesterday Jordan left for Colorado to visit his mother for a week. I buried the initial feelings of absence by running errands and meeting up with Bess for tea. Later, Kori and I got beers and talked about boys, friends, money, and what not-- it was wonderful.
It is so languid and warm today, I want to loaf in the hammock and watch the birds.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Jordan and I went here today, a 500 acre man made shallow lake off Slater road. It is a strange place-set up and maintained as a wetland habitat for nesting waterfowl, but also for upland game hunting. We saw these goldfinches bathing in the lake. So adorable! There were a lot of beautiful meadows with swallows frolicking, as well, and a swainson's thrush waiting for us to leave so she could feed her babies.
In the afternoon of summer, sounds
come through the window: a tractor
muttering to itself as it
pivots at the corner of the
hay field, stalled for a moment
as the green row feeds into the baler.
The wind slips a whisper behind
an ear; the noise of the highway
is like the dark green stem of a rose.
From the kitchen the blunt banging
of cupboard doors and wooden chairs
makes a lonely echo in the floor.
Somewhere, between the breeze
and the faraway sound of a train,
comes a line of birdsong, lightly
threading the heavy cloth of dream.