Playing Fair and Being Kind

I sat out this afternoon. The house was almost too warm so I moved myself, coffee, notebook, book of poetry, smaht phone, and ink pen to the tiny deck on the south side of the house. The sun was gone past so it was shining only on part of the deck and my plastic fake lawn chair was shaded and protected by the forsythia as well as the huge decorative cedar by the road to the west. I read an account by Denise Levertov of an interview she gave regarding a short poem, “The Tulips”. It inspired me to write.

 

To extend the beauty of the afternoon I went to dear friend Tina’s blog and left a border-line love note. Then I felt the hunger of the day and the sun lowering to go to the potato patch on the other side of the house. There I dug up two anemic plants which yeilded about seven or eight small spuds. I took them into the kitchen and prepared a small feast. A one-pan feast.

A few table spoons of olive oil because I was really low on safflower oil and it was necessary to supplement. Four of the small potatoes. A handful of Thompson raisins, three tiny tomatoes that were a product of a failed straw-bale effort, a few cups of frozen organic broccoli, and an organic vegan Italian sausage sliced and diced. Pink sea salt and pepper to taste. A feast absolutely.

I hope your day has gone as well as mine. Little by little we go far. Poco a poco se va lejo. Love to all. Play fair and be kind and stay involved.

Ciao,
G. M. Goodwin
8 August 2018