Sunday, May 22, 2011
Yesterday was gorgeous, and I was out in it, writing poetry and reading essays. And now and then weeding and planting.
I have seeds in envelopes, harvested from last year, like a regular Emily Dickinson.
Really, I am usually more urgent and less polite. "Don't eat my mum!" And the squirrel races up the television antenna leftover from a previous century.
I am ready for today's poetry workshop with new assignments, thanks to Donna Vorreyer! I am using her "line by line" assignment for a "modern" sonnet, as is, and also adapted (so it's two assignments now) to the subject matter of an upcoming reading. (Planting Ourselves in McLean County, June 11, at the McLean County Museum of History.) We've already tried the sonnet, in a unit on forms, so this opening up of the sonnet will be very good as flowers open up all around us.
Yes, if the weather holds, we will sit at the picnic table on the patio and drink wine! If it clouds over, at the kitchen table!
Happy Birthday to Mary Cassat. This is her Baby John, Being Nursed [public domain, Wikimedia].