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autumn colors?

I have a young friend who visits each week.  And each week I ask her, “What is your favorite color this week?”  When she recently said, “Orange!,” well that was all the impetus I needed to pull together some autumn colors.  You can view the book by clicking on the image above.  And if you’d like to hold the book in your hands, don’t forget, you can get $10 off your purchase of this book, or Summer Colors, using the code SHARE10 at checkout (through March 21st).

This bamboo stalk sits in an old fashioned glass milk bottle in the kitchen. It has done so for years after an impromptu pickup in the plant aisle at my local grocery store.  Every now and then I change the bottle’s water, always experiencing a twinge of guilt because I feel like I should have found it a better container by now.  I’ve photographed its lengthening roots and widening leaves and considered posting them on this blog but the right rooty or leafy image has yet to jump out.  I’ve been focusing on the parts so much that I think there are times when I forget to see the whole structure.  Luckily, I am reminded.

 

blue branches

branches framed against the midday sky along Huntington Ave in Boston

Boston Public Garden Street Light

Boston Public Garden Street Light

When I first read Lin Nulman’s haiku, I told her that her words made me want to paint, to capture the vivid impressions she conveyed of Boston.  I have yet to pick up a brush but I did think of her words when I rediscovered this photograph.  Her work appears in this week’s issue of Spare Change News, the longest continuously running street paper in the U.S.  Over 100 vendors, many of whom are currently or formerly homeless, purchase the papers from a distribution office for .25 and sell them on the streets of Boston, Cambridge and Somerville for $1.00.  If you’re in the neighborhood consider purchasing a copy, or making an online donation.  The writing is excellent and the stories not often told.  Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy Lin’s words below.

 

Sights of the City Haiku

Boston winter night—

streetlight caught in the glass rim

of a sun-catcher.

 

Dark birds float to a

bare tree. Underneath pages

of newspaper blow.

 

A young man reads poems

by Lorca on the train, lips

moving, body still.

 

Sky of milk and slate—

the sails below are whiter,

the river bluer.

 

Vs of geese fly east

across a violet sky, haze

above the wet earth.

 

My pages ruffle,

and the willow grows pale leaves.

They also ruffle.

 

T-shirt heat. Black-haired

boy’s block-print tattoo fills his

forearm: FORGIVEN.

 

Early autumn day.

Bronze beads pepper a bench from

a broken earring.

 

Blue sidewalk. Lights of

table candles tremble their

small constellation.

 

Lin A. Nulman is an Adjunct Professor of English at Bunker Hill Community College.  Her poetry has appeared in Black Water Review, Tanka Splendor, and the anthology Regrets Only: Contemporary Poets on the Theme of Regret, among others.

remedies

“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of Nature. As longs as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances … nature brings solace for every trouble.” — Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

Reflection, 2010

plums continued

The original plums post can be found here.

 

a late night salad

Why have a potted nasturtium in the kitchen?  Well, they are easy to take care and when it’s late and you’re hungry and you’re trying to eat healthy, simply pull a few leaves from the plant.  Layer the leaves on a saucer.  Slice a couple of tomatoes.  Pile the slices on the leaves.  Drizzle with olive oil and balsamic vinegar.  Glass of white wine or water on the side.  Done. Prep time?  About a minute and thirty seconds or so. 😉

new growth

I do not have the greenest thumb in the world so I was happy to see new growth on the poinsettia plant after I had repotted it.

The plant looked like this three months ago.

grapefruit

This is why I like having family fact checkers.  After a friend recently gave me a grapefruit, I simply remembered that my mother used to love that fruit.  When I called my brother, he was able to add, “Yep.  That’s right.  She used to gum ’em.”

You see she had false teeth that she only wore for school meetings or doctor visits.  At home there was no need for pretense.  Gum the fruit, she may have, but she also had lovely serrated spoons made special for scooping out grapefruit pulp.  According to my brother, the whole family ate the sour fruit and with lots and lots of sugar.  He said that he and I shared a single fruit. When most of the pulp was gone, we would try to squeeze the last remnants of juice into a glass.

“So we shared?” I said with a smile.  He agreed, and then added, “Unless you made me mad.  Then I’d put dogfood in the glass.”  It’s those little details … 😉

plums

When I picked up the O’Keeffe book at the used bookstore recently, I was expecting to be influenced by paintings of leaves and flowers and those bones.  I was not expecting the image of The Plums (1920) to remain with me so strongly.  So far, I have only purchased 1 plum.  We’ll see what the future holds.