It’s time for you to enjoy another N-N-1. Once again we have people in different locales sharing their different contemporary lives with a picture and words. One thing they have in common is an interest in sharing (giving and receiving) with others.
Natalie Garvois sent this picture and description (surprisingly not in verse). You can find her blog at Wild Rivers Run South.
A Day for Poetry
I visited Nana Julia this afternoon. She invited me to look through her treasure trove of books and pick out a few for myself. I found this textbook of poetry she had saved from college. I shall never be a Whitman; but I can read and appreciate the greatness of others. My Nana never wrote in her books. She didn’t want to ruin their pristine condition. I only wish that she had saved her notes, so that I could also have those memories. Thank you, Nana, for sharing the book and the beauty.
One of my favorite bloggers, and good friend Cupitonian, submitted this from England’s Lake District. Her blog is This Labyrinth I Roam.
Putting aside Mother Earth’s obvious cry for help (summer weather in February?!?!), I was able to inhale the stunning views while road tripping with our windows down in the land known for its rainy and bleak weather! Instead of snow and misery, we were gifted with stunningly laid out landscapes of postcard-friendly views! At some point during the trip, we lost our mobile connections and we had to use roadmaps! It was all very heady and exciting.
At some point during our drive, we came across William Wordsworth’s house. Looking at that eyesore, I couldn’t understand how he could’ve written about nature the way he did living in a place like that. And then we saw where his back garden led! His poetry now made sense. His house gave him a view of a confluence of River Cocker and River Derwent!
It made me sympathise with WW, a man I wouldn’t normally have anything in common with. Living in the moment and celebrating the little things allows you to be a 100% present in your own life as it happens! What more do you need than that?
Next is a submission by my favorite Princess; Butter be her name. She is out in California, and her blog is A Splash of My Life…to color the world.
If you see an Indian girl belting out songs in her car at stop lights, with all hand movements and emotions, do say hi to me. Taylor Swift or TSwizzle or TayTay is someone who I didn’t care about until 1989 happened a few years ago. She may not technically be strong, but girl knows how to write lyrics and create music. While you may judge me for loving this popper, I will be busy singing(yelling) ‘Out of Style’! #TayIsMyBae
(Hopefully I will get to explain the context of this picture soooooon!)
And finally what I was doing at 5:30 p.m. on Friday the 21st.
Cindy has decided that she want to grow her own herbs this year. Since she was out winning the bread for us, I went to a local store and started shopping for seeds. My question is, “Why do they always put the herb seeds as low as they can?” I’m not fond of the bending and stooping. I hope Cindy gets a good crop.
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