Gardens!

Wandered through Strathcona and Cottonwood community gardens with Graham today. Man, are those places cool. Picked apples, boggled at the zillion kiwis (they don't vine-ripen here, i think you need to pick and store them for a bit), ate yummy grapes, and picked alfalfa, comfrey, calendula, and lemon balm for tea. Couldn't find yarrow.

So wonderful.

Socialised lots today -- it was a much needed day off. In fact the whole day was spent napping or social butterflying. Pretty damn idyllic.

Non-Applicable

But beautiful nonetheless.

Getting Through

Like a car stuck in gear,
a chicken too stupid to tell
its head is gone,
or sound ratcheting on
long after the film
has jumped the reel,
or a phone
ringing and ringing
in the house they have all
moved away from,
through rooms where dust
is a deepening skin,
and the locks unneeded,
so I go on loving you,
my heart blundering on,
a muscle spilling out
what is no longer wanted,
and my words hurtling past,
like a train off its track,
toward a boarded up station,
closed for years,
like some last speaker
of a beautiful language
no one else can hear.

by Deborah Pope