Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
"kool-aid green leaves turn khaki, then kohl;" A wonderful alliterative line from a poem by NOVAcatmando . When I moved this week I just moved whatever was in boxes. I went through some today and it shouldn't take as long as I feared. Slowly, items are being put where they belong. I hope to be able to get to my Kansas boxes I shipped by next week. Today, I got a coffee at the Loose Caboose, bought some feta; but, I didn't hang around the market as it was cold and rainy this morning. Not as many people either, but still busy. A much quieter couple of days for me than expected. Went to a couple places for First Friday last night, but didn't linger. So I browned my chicken in the skillet, sprinkled it with curry and orange extract, added peas. When done I sprinkled feta over it. I like my cheese. Fields of Saskatchewan wave to passers-by those off to metro complexes, those Winnipegs, those Calgarys, Excerpt of a newer edited poem written in Minnesota found in: "166.72 These waving fields of Saskachewan" . Montana: Cold, damp 47° at 2 in the after-market-noon. Parts of Montana will see snow . 15,325 |