It's going to be a beautiful day here - sunny and warm with little humidity. A great day to finish scraping and hopefully primeing the deck. Ugh... Got up early and went to the market with Brad. He seldom goes, but he wanted to get quite a few boxes of strawberries for making jam, so he went as well. Like idiots, we bought them first, placing them in a wooden flat we had taken with us, and then walked around to the other vendors. I ended up spilling close to half a box on the ground. (Note to self: next time either buy the berries last or else take them back to the car immediately after purchase and then return to the market.)
Et voilà, les bô mecs de samedi (I think this one should really be called Beefy Saturday, but we'll stick with tradition!):
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shining surface picture My myself in the summer heaven, godlike Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs. Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb, I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture, Through the picture, a something white, uncertain, Something more of the depths—and then I lost it. Water came to rebuke the too clear water. One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom, Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness? Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
1 comment:
WOOF!!!
Mark :-)
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