October 20th – Write 31 Days – Perfect Drop Kale

perfect-drop-kaleThe kale takes on an incredibly beautiful hue this time of year. The purples get deeper, the pinks brighter, the greens are mintier. And when that water droplet lands and holds in a perfect mirrored sphere, all the world is right. It’s even more right when I can actually get a good image of it.  And due to the waxiness of kale, well droplets are just perfect.  Color, form, clarity.

Kate

October 16th – Write 31 Days – A Water Runs Through It

Rain. It means the start of winter. The start of cold, and damp, and wet.  It also means the creek is running again. That might not sound like much, but for those in California, we know it means water. A life force that we cannot go without, but have been without in many places. For us where we live, it means our main water source is alive and running and no longer a concern as to how much water we can use. There is no restriction when all the water is running down our creek.

Today (or yesterday, I’m not sure, but since it rained an inch and a half yesterday… it might have been then) the creek is running. Full force and full of life. It’s a good day.

I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.     ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,……

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

The Brook ~ Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Kate

Daylight Savings, Feeling Guilty, Rain, and Writing

 

I started on Saturday feeling this way. And I’ve continued through the day.

I hate Daylight Savings. I’m probably one of the millions of people that say that, but can I underscore it? There isn’t enough coffee in the world to take care of the hour change hangover. I slept in till 11 this morning and just now I thought, oh it’s still 5-ish, when it’s a quarter past 7. Sigh.

 

Not to mention I have spent the last two days feeling guilty that because of the massive rain and storms that blew in on Saturday morning, I wasn’t able to make it to the writing group, and because I had the key, we had to cancel…… though at 10 am when it would have started, the rain had abated. Sort of. Sigh. I always feel really guilty when I can’t follow through on something I said I would do or make or arrive at.  I really felt so guilty all day yesterday it was tearing me up. Not literally, but I was tweaked.

Then the rain. Oh, the rain is good. We so need it in CA, but it’s cold. And dreary. And depressing. And wet. So wet. So wet in fact that the water filter seems like it won’t even put water through because the humidity is so high. Blah rain. And I had hope to spend some of Saturday writing. Nada. Okay, well I was writing in the middle of the night as the time change happened, but technically it was Sunday. I sort of lost my mojo for the weekend. It probably has to do with the slew of doctor’s appointments this week and paperwork I have to fill out for a new doctor I’m seeing soon. Bleh, I hate filling out forms.

So, I’m blaming Spring Forward as my blah moment. I feel really blah right now.

Now go enjoy the rest of your short evening since it took you all day to get here. And ignore my blah, useless moment of complaining.

Kate

Unmotivated Me

It’s not that I don’t have things to write about. It’s not even that I don’t have the time…. Okay, well time is limited right now. But I’m just not motivated to write.  I have a two book reviews I need to post, a book I need to finish reading before I can write a review, letters to friends, ideas for writing, a blog post on haying season, pictures….. The list goes on and on.

But right now about all I’m interested in doing is daydreaming and reading. I haven’t even written much of anything. Okay, that’s not true. I did write a poem just this last week titled “Elephants”. I should type it up and share it because I’m kind of proud of how it turned out.

I have been dabbling in a new piece of fiction which was inspired by ASMR and The French Whisperer over on Youtube. I seriously suggest if you are interested in ASMR to check his channel out. The tingles this guy can put up my spine….. Whew!  Magic. Puts me to sleep every time I listen to him at night.  Recently I listened to his take on the History of the Palace of Versailles.  That was really interesting for one, and really relaxing for another.  And I’m going off on a different tangent.

My reading has consisted of a bit of poetry; Rumi, Billy Collins, Rilke; an Emilie Loring, a few random fiction books, and the desire to read A Farewell to Arms and The Great Gatsby.  I have failed to finish anything nor get very far in anything.

One major reason for all this lack of motivation is right now the farming is in full swing.  What with watering, picking, and the heat….. well there isn’t a lot of down time. I am getting to the point of the season where I can spend two to three hours picking blueberries. Not to mention a few hours watering, oh and I cook two meals a day and do the laundry and pick up the house… Okay the house is kind of a joke right now.  There is way too much dust in all spots and I would NOT want anyone to come over.  Some places make me want to scream.

California is in a serious drought so watering is a conscious effort to not waste water.  Lawns? Pshaw! Those are going by the wayside except for where there are fruit trees because anyone who knows anything about gardening knows that fruit tree roots extend beyond what you think.  So the lawn around the trees gets watered.  And because this is a very dry year, the spider mites have set in.  On the positive side of things, the spider mites are the reason we have had burnt looking leaves on several plants for several years.  One would think it would be crazy to say that was a positive thing, but now I know that it wasn’t my fault in how I watered. Okay, indirectly it was because lack of water leads to the mites coming in, but it wasn’t like I wasn’t watering good enough, it was more that it wasn’t quite enough to deal with the infestation.

So, as you can see, it’s rather busy.  I hope to get a book review for a Christian romance up this week. And also Persephone Books let me read their book The Homemaker by Dorothy Canfield Fisher.  Marvelous book. I have been a bit behind with getting that review written as well.  And lastly, my post on haying season with pictures…..

So, hopefully soon this blog will be back into ship shape…. Excluding my random pages that need a serious updating.

I need a maid.

Le sigh, as Jules says.

 

Kate

Transporting Myself and You to Where I Love

Anywhere but here?  Where would I go?

I read the topic for the assignment on Writing 101 and my first thought was to my grandparent’s cabin in the Sierra Nevada mountain. Up the creek to where the water tanks are. To a world where the water tumbles down pink granite into eddies and pools and fountains of slippery, cold mountain water. Where the water has worn away the granite so perfectly it looks like a fine stone mason has been smoothing and carving away to make perfect dips and holes in the rock for the water to slide over in a constant rippling, tumbling motion. Where moss grows on the water’s edge and long stringy and slimy strands of green algae make its home.  Where caddis fly ‘shells’ are buried in the sand and water skeeters (striders) skip across tranquil ponds.  Where the sun shines down bright and hot from a sky so blue it could only be made up. Where the heat bakes the Jeffrey, Ponderosa, and Sugar Pines till all you can smell is cold water and hot, hot, sweet resin. Burning to a bright red in the sun, but cooling off in icy mountain water. A water feature that could never be created by man.

I can smell the pine and mountain air that is only caught high up there. The smell is burned into my mind and I miss it every year.

But I would also go to my favorite bookstore.  Bookends is a small town bookstore where the owner Mia Brooks has a bell above the door that jangles the moment you step inside. Then you hear the music she has playing and you see her standing at her large wood counter right there in front of you. And she has gorgeous wood shelves behind her filled with her store supplies. On the counter she has an antique cash register she only uses for the most important clientele (the children). To the left is an L-shaped staircase that leads up to her office and the adult books, and you can see this as there is this balcony slash gallery above the shop; open to the store below.  Also to the left is the way to the coffee shop next door that is accessed by french doors. and in the L-shape to the right of the stairs is her wood stove with a gold screen around it to keep little hands from burning themselves.

To the right is a large opening to her reading room, which is elegant and all Mia since this room houses Mia’s private collection of books. You can’t buy the books from here, but you can ‘borrow’ them, pulling them off the shelves to read while you sit back in one of her leather arm chairs, though I prefer the Queen Anne chair covered in antique rose brocade. The wood floor is covered in gorgeous Persian rugs and all the shelves are built in walnut. Dark and full of old and new books, but mostly old. The chairs sit next to large windows looking out on the small town.

Travel back from the main counter, behind the wall of her shelves, you find the rest of the store filled with sections of books.  And you can’t forget the room she has behind the wall of the front. This room is where she stores her music. A small room that has a very high end stereo system, including a record player.  You can play anything you like and the music will be piped into the store. She listens to everything, though her tastes match the seasons. She loves to play The Nutcracker Ballet in December.

Her store is a world unto itself…. Partly because her store isn’t real. Well, it’s real in my mind. This store is created for Mia as I try to write her story. Since I can’t seem to get her story written, at least she has her store to continue working in while I figure out what I want to say about her.

Bookends; a store that is real but unreal.

Those two places are where I would go if I could.

Kate

Poetry – Water and Simile

Liquid life force flows
rushing and overflowing
boulders peeking up.

The first challenge of the Poetry 201 is haiku. I love haiku, but I’m just not as comfortable with getting the seasonal aspect down. Because while you can make anything into a haiku, the traditional seasonal thing is what gets me. The unsaid ‘winter’ or ‘summer’.  All because you use one word or line that denotes the season.

But the creek is full and gushing and water is so crucial where I live. It is a life force.

Next I decided to play around with just water without the haiku, still sticking with the rushing water.

Life Force

The liquid life force that flows downstream
rushing as the storms have passed
covering over the banks where I walked.
Sandy beaches are no more sandy;
the creek has swelled to a white water rapids river.
Now I stand on the bank in dismay.
How do I cross the river to the other side?
How do I reach the promise of new thoughts?
I now must bide my time till the water settles down.
Settles down to a placid old man waiting with his newspaper,
until this unruly child has it’s temper tantrum.

And I have no idea if that’s what I’m going for or not. There is an unspoken feeling in there. Probably mixing with my own emotions of waiting. Well, it’s a start.

Kate

Post 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 : A Haiku a Day

Okay, my Haiku a Day has seriously taken a hit when it comes to writing or posting.  So, in order to correct some of that… A plethora of haikus. 

Pardon the lack of posts.  I’ve been terribly uninspired by haiku.
Long winter grasses
Sorrowful whistling wind
Blows my mind away

 

Wood smoke rising high
Branches and leaves burn so hot
A warmth invades me
Winter rain on roof
tinkling softly at night
Thinking of springtime
Golden glow of lamp
Shines from my window at night
Dreaming of wishes
Rain dripping dropping
Thunderous water flows down
Floating in my thoughts

 

And clearly, my thoughts are on the rain that hasn’t stopped for three days.  Three days of nonstop rain.  I’ve had enough.  I know, I could live in Seattle.  But I’m not in Seattle.  So, in a cramped house, with four people, the rain needs to stop.  At least so I can get out and walk a bit.

Signing off

~Kate

Post 4 : A Haiku A Day

Timidly I walk

To water swimming inside

Wise are the fish

Again, I have no idea what I was getting at here.  Sort of lyrical, without knowing why.  Does one need to know the meaning in a haiku?  Or can one just write something that suits their fancy? 

Signing off

~Kate

Flash Fiction : Adventure Awaits

They set forth in their sailboat.  The ivory sails billowed and the rigging was taut from the sturdy breeze from the north.  They sailed down the loch, hoping to reach the open waters before nightfall.  The mist floated down the steep cliffs as little whitecaps were sliced in two by the prow of the boat.

Adventure awaited, from who knew where, but it was the possibility that was exciting.  Anything could happen.  They might meet fierce pirates or escape some fantastic, mythical beast.  It was all in the unknown that called them forth.  Forth to make their fortune.  Forth to find their own true loves.

Adventure awaits those who are willing to answer the call.

 

Yup, see, I told you I was in a flash fiction mode.  I think I will attempt a couple more of these before I hit burnout. Good practice.  Again, this picture comes from Little Slices Of Awesomeness.

Signing off

~Kate