ten for a dime

the tiniest little primrose

blooming on the top of a big big mountain

icefloe

on solid ground

or barely floating

islands appear

in the midst of laughter

today I will pick up a long time no-see friend from the airport

so much to talk about

volumes of joy

Who did live here?

An old cabin in a most idyllic spot along the mendenhall river.

I do wonder who did live there and when. I imagine it was a young family with liberal ideals.

I read two books recently on people my age having growing up in a family with ideals of utopian living, sexual liberation and all. 'North of Normal' and The elementary particles'. 

In both  books, the  main characters (the ones my age) are quite messed up due to these well meant ideas their parents had.

I growing up in a conservative family. In my early teenage years I remember looking longingly to a group of people smoking pot to me meaning liberation. I was not part of them, and did not attempt to be. In the late teenage years again I came upon such group. Again I longed, again I was not part of them, and no real attempts were made.  My friends were hard working/studying, hard drinking and dancing on weekends. I did love it. Sex was only to be had with a boyfriend that you were to be deciding on if you would marry him or not.

Growing up, there were gardens and fields and plenty of wild nooks and crannies I explored. I did expand upon those.

loving layers lately

lately layers loving

it's a bird

Photo taken this morning.
I was wondering what is going on in those willow bushes at the pond.
The pond still frozen.
The bird a grey jay.
My best friend.

for Christopher

While looking for crocuses,
I found one, saw butterflies
and this

we spoke to each other in the form of poetry in 2009, I fell sincerely in love with you and carved your name in a tree:)