Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Monday, May 26, 2014
This weekend DH and his classmates celebrated their 50th Class Reunion. THEY are the oldsters now! Sadly, the gym was full of more gray hair and double chins than ever before. Most were farmers with sun burnished faces and tractor cap tans. There were a few men with long flowing white hair, an earring or two, and even a partially concealed pony tail! Since the school closed for consolidation in 1967, there are no new classes coming along. So each year the room of guests shrinks.
Boston Mountains of Arkansas
Jail and courtroom in Fort Smith federal building
Gallows...hung about 80 men under Hanging Judge
Miss Laura's parlor
If only these stairs could talk!
Saturday, May 17, 2014
By the time we got home, we were stuffed to the gills like a fancy trout. It got even better when I realized that there would be no lunch to fix. Then the sun came out and that meant we had ice tea with books on the deck! Ah, the joys of spring!
Pieces line up on Monday all the way to a denim horizon.
Prairie breeze rustles summer leaves and makes flags of kitchen towels.
My newly washed aprons on the clothesline wave unknotted ties
And trifle with the blazing sun overhead in their freedom.
My man’s overalls hear the seducing song of summer,
And they begin to dance, feetless legs flinging to and fro,
Shamelessly flirting with work shirts and bleached socks.
The dallying day exhausts them all of detergent and dampness;
By late afternoon in stilled air, they are tranquil and dry.
Unpegging them from the wire, I fold their crisp air smell away.
Garments rest in wicker-woven baskets, renewed by the outdoors
…until a new boogie on another dance day.
Saturday, May 10, 2014