Smash a thousand ruby hearts
just picked on a Sunday morning in June.
Add sugar and pectin and a drop of vanilla.
Boil violently. Yes, violently.
Pour into crystal clear jars.
Screw on lids. Not too tightly.
If you followed all the rules,
you’ll hear the jars seal shut.
A little sucking in.
A sharp inhale.
Then stack the dead hearts
on a dark pantry shelf.
Or, give them all away.
Yes, it’s better to get rid of them.
Before you can’t
stand to part with them.
Yesterday was a beautiful day for a walk on the beach. I took a bag with me and went in search of white stones tumbled by the Atlantic. The stones on this beach are especially smooth and large. Each time I bent over to pick up a rock, I thought that this one was the whitest I had found. These are just some of my collection.
I went for a walk in the neighborhood on Saturday to capture photos of the flowers that were finally blooming. It was warm and wonderful. It’s good I did because today is chilly and cloudy.
We had such a beautiful fall this year — it’s so hard to watch it drift away. I guess I should simply be happy that it lasted so long.
Vacation of a lifetime in Ireland with my sisters, niece and cousin. Six women. Two rental cars. It was breath-taking and heart-stopping, magical and amazing!
I was in Wickford the other night, so I visited the giant lotus pond on Rte. 1 again. We found the lotus three years ago after Mallory and Seth’s wedding, and I’ve visited the past three summers. It seems other-worldly to me every time I go, and it’s something I love to do. The leaves are large platters and the lotus are like porcelain.
Last night was the 2nd annual Poetry and Art event at the Wickford Art Association. Months earlier poets were asked to write a poem that related to one of the 40 pieces of art and sculpture created by art association members. Those poems selected were printed and hung next to the artwork.
I had selected a piece of art of old benches because I liked the technique and the colors. It also reminded me of the work of Andrew Wyeth. The artist turned out to be one of the poets I knew, so it was a wonderful surprise. I loved going around the room and reading all the poems and relating them to the artwork. There were some wonderful pieces.
The night was beautiful — the building is near the Wickford Harbor. I’ve posted the poem and the painting here with other photos of the night. It’s a great idea for other art associations to try.