My Poetry Friday offering today isn’t one written poem but many audio poems. I had a comment earlier today from Durga at original remixed with this lovely gift:
Do you know about PennSound?
…I think you will love it – there are over 1500 individual poems – all in mp3 format – the site is dedicated both the distribution (for free) and preservation (there’s stuff from the 1930s!) of recorded poetry. Best of all, you don’t have to listen to a whole 30 minute reading, you can download individual poems.
Thank you very, very much, Durga.
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Today is the first day since last Monday, the 19th, that we don’t need to leave the premises, not for the little town, the little city, or the big city. Tom and company are working on the new shop, so I’m at home recharging my batteries. I could spend a fair bit of time at the computer, but I’m planning on being in the garden, getting my hands dirty. Tom surprised me the other day by building the new strawberry/tomato/squash and melon beds I had thought of the other week, and I have more transplanting to do. And I’ve got some pictures to take, to put up here and, I hope, to send along to cloudscome’s Sunday Garden Tour.
This week we celebrated the last of the music and art lessons for the season. Tomorrow the boys have their first swim meet, and they’re very excited. Sunday and Monday we have Laura’s 4H beef club achievement days. And then we begin getting ready for her 4H baking club achievement day next weekend. Weekend after that is swim meet #2 in the little city, and Laura will be able to participate then.
Despite the general busyness, we’ve kept our ears and eyes open. I heard a general humming and buzzing last Saturday morning, then saw the first hummingbird, ruby-throated. The other day, while doing chores, I noticed a pair of bluebirds, vivid against the red swather, looking very much as if they’re getting ready to build a nest. And yesterday, on the way to the final art lesson, just as we turned off the gravel road onto the tiny secondary highway, Davy yelled, “There’s a bear!” Joined by Laura and Daniel, “I see it too!” “Me too!” So of course I turned around as soon as possible, we doubled back, and I too saw the bear, what looked to be a yearling male, very brown, black bear ambling through a newly seeded crop of wheat.