I'll tell you a half-dozen things that happened to me in Indiana when I went that far west to teach. You tell me if it was worth it. I lived in the country with my dog— part of the bargain of coming. And there was a pond with fish from, I think, China. I felt them sometimes against my feet. Also, they crept out of the pond, along its edges, to eat the grass. I'm not lying. And I saw coyotes, two of them, at dawn, running over the seemingly unenclosed fields. And once a deer, but a buck, thick-necked, leaped into the road just-oh, I mean just, in front of my car— and we both made it home safe. And once the blacksmith came to care for the four horses, or the three horses that belonged to the owner of the house, and I bargained with him, if I could catch the fourth, he, too, would have hooves trimmed for the Indiana winter, and apples did it, and a rope over the neck did it, so I won something wonderful; and there was, one morning, an owl flying, oh pale angel, into the hay loft o...
I especially like the art print. It reminds me of a huge Marimekko textile I had stretched onto a frame that hung in my living room years ago. It's in the storage unit now...
ReplyDeleteJudging from your label "Thank God it's Monday," I must assume that you worked over the weekend and this is your day of rest....
I suspect some are not even 'thinking' they are seeing the world thru blindfolds!
ReplyDeleteReading your blog stimulates all six senses available - I do enjoy it very much, thank you.
ReplyDeleteLove it, love it, love it. And that blackbird image is so spectacular.
ReplyDeleteWonderful image. Love the poem (time to go unwrap blindfold--ow!)
ReplyDeletequite wonderful, thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Yes, let's unwrap our blindfolds!
ReplyDeletewow, where is that amazing piece of art from?
ReplyDeleteFantastic. Wonderful poem. Perfect print. Happy reader. ~;^)
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