Monday, Monday, Can't stop that day, the Mama's and the Papa's sang years ago when I was a senior in college. So, here it is Monday again, and after a week away, I have blueberries to pick, cabbages to harvest, not to mention chard. But the rabbits--or some other critters--have eaten my sunflower sprouts and nibbled my basil, which is unforgivable. The raspberries are coming in. Lots to do.
And here comes the sun over the pines! And now I remember some words from Mary Oliver's West Wind: "And the speck of my heart, in my shed of flesh and bone, began to sing out, the way the sun would sing if the sun could sing, if light had a mouth and a tongue, if the sky had a throat, if god wasn't just an idea but shoulders and a spine, gathered from everywhere, even the most distant planets, blazing up."
from West Wind, Houghton Mifflin, 1997
And here comes the sun over the pines! And now I remember some words from Mary Oliver's West Wind: "And the speck of my heart, in my shed of flesh and bone, began to sing out, the way the sun would sing if the sun could sing, if light had a mouth and a tongue, if the sky had a throat, if god wasn't just an idea but shoulders and a spine, gathered from everywhere, even the most distant planets, blazing up."
from West Wind, Houghton Mifflin, 1997
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It is a busy time of the year for gardeners. Now I have the Monday Monday going around in my head too!
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