…of new links. Bernadette has entered the blogging business, so check her out, and the rockstar now has his own page, so you can check him out too.

…for trying to relieve writing fatigue: take a web-page in another language you’re trying to slog your way through with basic said-language instruction, and when you sigh with the weariness of trying to read your way through the article, use the computer to translate it . I did this one–(the original)–and it just doesn’t quite read like the original had been reading; funny though, in a tired sense of the word.

Some ground ivy (top)
and the lilac, opening

This is a flower from the tree pictured on the bottom. There are four crab-apple trees in my yard–two are tall and thin like this one, but multi-petalled, and two are wider trees, fewer petals, but equally stunning; I can’t get a good picture of all four at once.

Happy Mother’s Day! (For some reason my camera has gone missing and the credit for these pictures go to my daughter, Callan).

…or a hollyhock, a daisy, a dandelion, a hop, or a delephinium. All of this is irrelevant, and so very relevant. If you’ve been following along to MayDay, you’ll know by now that I’ve been somewhat fixated on flower poems. I found this book review interesting in the light of my recent poetry addiction. Quite frankly, I still think there’s a lot they can’t explain because I’m not a butterfly either–although I flutter around quite well most days. (It must be the hair–remnants of a monarch maybe).

…for a quiz. I’m not so sure about this one. A literary Mood-Matcher. When I finished the quiz, I was told I was having an existential crisis. I already knew that, why else would I take the freakin’ quiz!

…I’m going to see Susan Andrews Grace and Patrick Friesen launch their new books. Imagine, more books!

…is where the computer is. I must confess that after being internet deprived for nearly three full days (somehow that sounds pathetic), I didn’t really miss reading the masses of email each day, nor did I miss the internet, but that I did miss reading the poems and responding to MayDay. I was at Manitou Springs Resort strategically planning SWG methodology for upcoming strategy, for two and half wonderful mosquito filled days. I had the greatest and most stimulating view of the lake from my fourth floor room. It was good for two poems–what little time I had to write was in the early morning, although fortunately, my room faced east and the sun rose on the poems (that sounds more intense than it was).

The drive was interesting–lots of broken pavement–more than just a pothole here and there, I must add–and the birds for some reason had developed a new and strange art of buzzing the front of the car–two ducks swooped the hood, I nearly hit (this close) a red-winged black-bird, and a flock of black-birds (didn’t quite make them out) swooped the entire car on the way home. O. D. D.

Manitou is really overlooked as a unique resort and offers an interesting experience of dead-sea like waters, small hills, creative energy and shopping. (I didn’t buy a skirt, but found a great top for an ok price–it will go with a few skirts I already own). And, for something completely different, we ate cake.

…now has her own web page. Check out kimmy beach‘s new home on the net. And I’ll be sporadic until Monday as I must strategically plan writing stuff, and bake Brenda a cake (I’ve been known to actually break out the dishes/pans and bake upon occasion, although these are few and far between, as, most conveniently I must add, there are stores that do that for people).