“I thrust my hands into the cool rich soil, the moss like fur between cracks of the bricks I want to roll like a big dog and shake free.” — Marge Piercy, “Shad blow” I think “Shad blow” is my favorite Marge Piercy poem that I’ve read so far. It’s about the season of Spring…
“Drums keep pounding rhythms to the brain. La de da de de. La de da de da.” Yeah, my brain is a bit fried with heat. Even though the temperatures have not been quite as insane the last couple days, it’s still been hot and humid. Add to that the lack of a good breeze…
This weekend was hot, hot, hot! I’m kind of a baby when it comes to temperatures in the 90s and high humidity. If there’s also no breeze, I might as well go back to bed. So the solution on Saturday was to float the heat away. On this swan outing, we went to a small lake…
It was a mindblowingly hot weekend for early June in Minnesota. I don’t do well with heat and humidity – I get migraines — so if this weekend’s weather was any indication of how most of the summer is going to go, I’m in big trouble. But there was some relief. And no, I didn’t…
