Saturday, August 19, 2006
Imagine a loon calling
...as you're sitting with a poet on the deck at a cabin, chatting about a new poem, your belly full after overindulging on the fantastic feast that poet had whipped up, which included that poet's own poet-grown zucchini and poet-grown tomatoes and for dessert, a fabulous chocolate cake. Needless to say, it was heavenly. Not only that, imagine a poet who proves to be an enthusiastic blueberry picker just like yourself. Yes, I'm happy to say this week marks the first time I've picked blueberries with a poet. We talked poetry. We covered a lot of ground as we picked.