Trees.....

I am bedinning( ahoy, the double entendre/Freudian slip) to love your comments. I am going on my blog to read your comments instead of write. yikes.... A tree uh?? A little bit scary, but interesting? Was it raining? If it was I bet I was growing...upupupupupupup.
and you are so right, WAY to many women are taken from us and are six feet under. It pales me and I think about them a lot. I know how blessed we are and I cherish that. I have just recently become intuned to the writing of Pat Lowther. Just one of the gifts of working at such an incredible store; the intunment to all these women. Her husband was jealous of her work, gifts, light, love, children, friends, sex, beauty, and all that she contained and beat her to death with a hammer, one blow for each pang of jealousy. He left her body in a gorge by her house. The same gorge that she wrote at and came to often for little pieces of serenity. He told her children she was out. He was convicted of her murder and died later in prison. Enough with the gory details; we must focus on her work, and her contribution to poetry.

I am off to the farmers market now to buy cherries and English peas.