And I wasn't really a slattern on my Saturday (Slattern Day in the blog)! I did the physical labor, and then I brought all my desk work outside, after a stint on the computer, posting the latest theatre review by Scott Klavan and selecting fantastic New York photographs by Frederic Bourret for it at Escape Into Life.
Outside, I was reading poetry, Echo, by Christina Lovin, toward a review; re-reading The Language Archive, a play by Julia Cho, toward a fall production; and writing, always writing. Some of it was note-taking. For instance, I noted from a poem in The New Yorker, "Kale," by Jordan Davis, the exact gardening information needed by my friend Kristi in Michigan: "If you cut a butterfly bush / down to nothing, it grows back / the next year twice as high." (I must remember to send that to her, or maybe she'll read it in this blog!) I love learning stuff from poems.
I sit on a bench-like glider, once the shade finds it, to do my outdoor back yard reading. No circles, just weathered slats and rusted screws, but it still glides...
3 comments:
Thanks for the mention and I love the photos.
Have you ever read How I Live Now, by Meg Rosoff. Young Adult fiction, but really good.
I have changed my life this year too! Much for the better, I think, though I'm still feeling it out.
And, though I don't usually water the yard here, my landlady is away, so guess what I was doing this beautiful evening? Sparingly, though, because there isw a drought.
gracias, Kathleen.
Thanks for stopping by, Marcoantonio and Seana! And thanks for the book recommendation--I'll see if our library has it!
I am sensitive to the watering situation in CA--and anywhere! Usually, I don't water the lawn at all, just a patch of new grass seed my husband planted. I water the flower bed when there is something newly planted or, sigh, struggling in heat. Must keep things alive!
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