Some of my favorite poetry lines about April, courtesy of Edna St. Vincent:
“It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.”
Thanks for all your birthday wishes! It was even a teensy bit sunny today, but still not warm. And we saw majestic bald eagles, little deer in our yards, hummingbirds and goldfinches. Banner wildlife, Washington State, if not banner weather…
And C. Dale, I did love Virgin Airlines – especially on the way home, when we got bumped up to first class!
On the last day of April, here are the last two drafts on NaPoWriMo, or the April of 1001 poems…(Be careful. These poem drafts will self-destruct.)
Poof!
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Poof!
This sunny morning I turn 34. This weekend I:
–visited open houses in the hope of finding a place to live (disappointing, ugly, and expensive. Sigh.)
–visited the zoo to see the new Sumatran tiger cub (cute!) (and also saw adorable foxes – blue and Artic, as well as fennec – and the red panda.)
–started packing up books
–discovered a beautiful park with a sandy beach in Ballard called Golden Gardens, it was packed because it was sunny and beautiful. I also had a red velvet cupcake at the Ballard cupcake shop. Love Ballard, cannot afford anything remotely livable there. Unless someone donates me a place to live? Anyone?
–scanned newspaper listings for jobs and places to live – some more
–avoided doing anything poetry-related
Tonight I’m going to see Peter S. Beagle, author of The Last Unicorn, give a talk on dialogue and read. Should be fun!
My husband has ordered a small ice cream cake (chocolate, with black cherries and whipped cream) for my birthday. I haven’t had one of those since I was eight. I hope it tastes as good as I remember!
Also: to celebrate the last day of poetry month: The World’s Tiniest Dog, Dancer – click on the first video pic link to see him hopping around in the grass (kawaii! as they say at my local anime shop)
