Emily Dickinson on BlogHer?

Wouldn’t it be cool if Emily Dickinson were a blogger?  Maybe then we could catch a glimpse of what was going on in her life when she wrote such mysterious and puzzling lines as “I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –,” or “Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – and Immortality.” Why did she spend so much time writing about her death like it had already happened?...more

"Tender Hooks" made me a fan

One of many favorite poets is Beth Ann Fennelly.  I read a collection of her poems, Tender Hooks, for a class a few years ago and loved it. The poems are about Fennelly becoming the mother of a baby girl.So, I did an internet search and learned a few things about her. 1)      She’s written a couple of collections since Tender Hooks that I need to read. 2)      Fennelly lives in Oxford, Mississippi and teaches at the University of Mississippi. ...more

Kooser's "Memory"

Memory, by Ted Kooser Spinning up dust and cornshucksas it crossed the chalky, exhausted fields,it sucked up into its hearthot work, cold work, lunch buckets,good horses, bad horses, their namesand the names of mules that werebetter or worse than the horses,then rattled the dented tin sidesof the threshing machine, shookthe manure spreader, crankedthe tractor's crank that brokethe uncle's arm, then swept onthrough the windbreak, takingthe treehouse and dirty magazines,...more

Another favorite poem...

Dream Deferred               What happens to a dream deferred?                Does it dry up                like a raisin in the sun?                Or fester like a sore—...more

My Easter

 Praises: for God’s unlimited grace and the first resurrection.On the menu today: baked ham and turkey breast, dressing, potato salad, hash brown casserole, green bean casserole, plain ol’ home-grown green beans, corn, garden salad, baked beans, brownies and creamy coconut cake. For dessert: the company of family and friends—including about a half dozen of the canine variety. ...more

Coconut cake is a family favorite

Spring days don’t get much prettier than this one.  What perfect weather for everything outdoors--from egg hunts to weddings!We spent our day planting potatoes and attending a funeral, but blue skies and green grass made a sad day much more tolerable.I hope tomorrow is just as bright for all the Easter activities.  I’m anticipating a big family dinner and watching some little ones hunt for hidden eggs.I’m looking forward to this cake, too.  I’ve made it on Easter for years, and it’s a family favorite.  Besides being delicious, it’s super easy!...more

A favorite poem...by Jane Gentry

Under the fluorescent suninside the Kroger, it is alwayssouthern California.  Hard avocadosrot as they ripen from the center out.Tomatoes granulate inside their hides. But by the parking lot, a six-tree orchardframes a cottage where winter has set in. Pork fat seasons these rooms.The wood range spits and hisses,limbers the oilcloth on the tablewhere an old man and an old womandraw the quarter-moons of their nails,shadowed still with dirt,across the legend of seed catalogues....more

Remembering Uncle Bill

I’m drinking orange spice tea tonight and thinking about my Uncle Bill who passed away in the wee hours of the morning.  He’d been very sick for about a week, but I don’t think anyone expected him to go so soon.I have dozens of good memories of my red-headed uncle. Although he was 77 years old, his hair still had plenty of red in it. I guess that’s where my youngest brother, my sister and I get our auburn hair—from Uncle Bill and one of our aunts.  Dad and all the rest of his eight siblings had dark hair. ...more

A Wednesday walk in the woods

Morels are coming up in the woods around here, but, so far, all I've found is some lovely wildflowers. Click on this link to see some pics.  http://homespuninky.blogspot.com/2012/04/weve-recently-made-two-trips-into-woods.html...more

Death Be Not Proud

Oops, I cross-posted but forgot to post here last night. This is what I wrote: My family has been dealing with a lot of illness lately, so I’m taking comfort in this very old poem by John Donne, titled “Death Be Not Proud.” Definitely no silly ditty, this poem bears weight. Serious, yet triumphant, it is particularly appropriate for the upcoming Easter season.“Death be not proud, though some have called thee / Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;” Donne insists....more