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.

18 comments:

Rhett said...

I have a loon in my pantalones... HELLOOOOOOO!

Brenda Schmidt said...

ha! But there's also an ant...

Anita Daher said...

I missed the field trip! Sounds like you guys had a fab time. Poetry in the northern pine. I can almost hear the echo. No, sorry...that's just my teenage daughter and her gaggle of teenage friends, and it's not poetry, it's giggling. Lots and lots of giggling.

Rhett said...

Turns out that "gaggle" is not a very poetic word, or at least not when they were squabbling down my throat...

Rhett said...

Sorry, that was completely random. I was basically talking to myself. Tracy might remember that poem, but probably not.

Anita Daher said...

Haha, no worries Rhett. The gaggle was even less poetic when it woke me up after 4 am! I was a bit looney to say yes to a sleepover...

Brenda Schmidt said...

That's funny. A few weeks back I had to close my window at about 1 am because a happy little gaggle had pitched a tent across the street and was keeping me awake. I woke at 4 and opened the window and they were still chatting and giggling. Good grief. When did I get this old?

Anonymous said...

Was it a birthday or 2 ago?

Brenda Schmidt said...

Ya. More like a few decades.

Tracy Hamon said...

Getting back to the loon aspect of the post, I think the title is rather apt-- if you would've seen my effort (a lengthy hike up a few dense hills in open-toed sandals) to use the cell phone in the bush.

Brenda Schmidt said...

Not to mention the result of that effort, an entertaining series of calls that cut in and out and off. The few words that got through on this end sounded like they came from a robot.

Brenda Schmidt said...

Or were those the calls made by yonder tree prior to the climb?

pohanginapete said...

From the nature of this conversation, I'm beginning to wonder whether that feast contained other poet-grown stuff... ;^)

Rhett said...

Oh you are two wilderness women! That might be hard to read because I mean that seriously for Brenda and sarcastically for Tracy.

Tracy Hamon said...

Those garbled, or perhaps gaggling, calls were made from the tree by the cabin.

Brenda Schmidt said...

Nope, Pete. This comes naturally. :)

Rhett, Rhett, Rhett. While scheming up a reply to you, I looked up "wild" in the OED and got distracted. I mean, "wildcraft" can be used as a verb, so I tried to figure out how I'd use it and then I came across "wild gardening." And then there's "wildling." Now that's a cool word.

Ah, the tree. The tree among trees.

Rhett said...

This crowd might be a bit too... aged... but I wonder if anyone watched Shining Time Station there was a character named "Schemer" and he always had nasty tricks that were (tin-)foiled by the children. Oh good times with Thomas the Engine and Mr. Conductor with his whistle...

Anyways, Brenda = Schemer.

Brenda Schmidt said...

A bit too aged! Good grief. I should check my Best Before date.

The only train I remember from TV was the one that hit Wile E. Coyote.