Last Night the Rain Spoke To Me --Mary Oliver Last night the rain spoke to me slowly, saying, what joy to come falling out of the brisk cloud, to be happy again in a new way on the earth! That’s what it said as it dropped, smelling of iron, and vanished like a dream of the ocean into the branches and the grass below. Then it was over. The sky cleared. I was standing under a tree. The tree was a tree with happy leaves, and I was myself, and there were stars in the sky that were also themselves at the moment at which moment my right hand was holding my left hand which was holding the tree which was filled with stars and the soft rain – imagine! imagine! the long and wondrous journeys still to be ours. Hmmmmm, dont have the slightest idea why this poem came to mind! Saturdays Soup: Ems North Country Hearty Onion Soup--Deep, Dark, Slow Cooked and Delicious with a Scamotz Toasted Garlic Baguette and melted Havarti. Yep, Shes been cooking this Onion Soup (well not this particular one) for years. Raised a whole bunch on this and fed many more of the employees in her mill as well as the general rif-raf of M.I.T. students. Oh yes, God only knows what theories and how many patents were begun over a bowl of this soup! Go figger--now it is in Florida! Hope to see you and that all is well and this finds you content and at peace, And remember--always, always trust your cape. Emma and b We work here. We make it here. Please like us on Face Book Scamotz Tomato Pies [email protected]
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 16:18:05 +0000
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