Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Summer thus far.

How has everyone's summer been going? I started working part time at a women's clothing store a couple weeks ago and massage has started to pick up again. It's a strange thing in my life; when I'm busy I tend to get really busy and when I'm not I'm not. Oh well, all I can do is take things as they come.

It looks like my camera will be out of commission for another month, so I researched so photo editing apps for iPhone and found several that I like. ( Snapseed, A Beautiful Mess, Afterglow)
I know phone photos are looked down upon in the blogger world and it would be preferable that I have some large expensive Canon with a detachable flash...but a girl has got to have priorities. Food is a priority. Camera equipment not so much.
Today, is my day off. I have a fairly important massage meeting to attend to later this afternoon and I'm pretty nervous. I'll be showcasing my chair massage skills for some people at the hospital I work through and things like that always make me nervous. What if I fall on someone? That's never come close to happening before but what if today's the day I fall on someone? How do you recover from that?

Nerves aside, this summer has been a good one. Being able to get our produce from farmer's markets, spending quality time in dirty second-hand book stores and trying out new recipes (my first Smitten Kitchen recipe!) makes for a nice couple of months.

The weather is actually starting to cool down already which has been a nice break, but truly the heat hasn't been so bad this year and for once I wouldn't mind Summer sticking around. 

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Poetry for your Sunday- vol. 3

{Summer Roses, Jonathan Hayter}
Summer Roses
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, 
With doors that none but the wind ever closes, 
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster; 
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses. 

                                                I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
   'I wonder,' I say, 'who the owner of those is.' 
     'Oh, no one you know,' she answers me airy, 
     'But one we must ask if we want any roses.' 

        So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly 
                                              There in the hush of the wood that reposes, 
                                              And turn and go up to the open door boldly, 
 And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses. 

                            'Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?' 
                             'Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses. 
                            'Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you! 
                             'Tis summer again; there's two come for roses. 

                              'A word with you, that of the singer recalling-- 
                            Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is 
                             A flower unplucked is but left to the falling, 
                             And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.' 

                            We do not loosen our hands' intertwining 
                             (Not caring so very much what she supposes), 
                            There when she comes on us mistily shining 
                            And grants us by silence the boon of her roses. 
-Robert Frost
As a teenager I didn't care much for Robert Frost, but reading him now as an adult I appreciate the imagery of his words. I wanted a poem that reflected the feeling of this last week. It's been hot, heavy and still like almost every late July. The rose bush on the east side of our house is blooming and the woods around us are loud with the cicadas crying songs.