What a Week! Some Fall Poems, More Info about the Woodinville Wine and Book Club, Woodinville Wildlife and Flowers, and More
- At August 14, 2022
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Purple dahlias at a neighbor’s, Woodinville
What a Week! Some Fall Poems and More…
It’s been a week, right? Ex-President’s houses searched by the FBI, Salmon Rushdie’s horrible attack, polio in the wastewater in NYC, celebrity deaths—I mean, I wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d turned off the news. I had my own little dramas too—an unexpected allergic reaction to fruit (a rare cross-pollen reaction?), a triage nurse yelling at me to go the hospital, a flat tire.
But among all those things, the dahlias go on blooming, a Sturgeon supermoon rose beautiful and orange, the Pleiades appear overhead. Despite the stress, I tried to pay attention to the small wonders of late August.
More Info on the Woodinville Wine and Book Club
So, the Woodinville Wine and Book Club will officially start on Wednesday, September 14, and our first book up for discussion is the brilliant Fake Like Me by Barbara Bourland. It’s an art mystery combined with a clever contemporary retelling of the Daphne du Maurier classic thriller, Rebecca. It’s happening from 6-8 PM at J. Bookwalter’s Winery in Woodinville. (The owner is a lover of all things literary, and the wines all have literary themes!) I’m going to lead the discussion, and wine and snacks will be available from the winery. The first meeting should be outdoors, if weather permits.
I’m really excited to start talking books and (hopefully) meeting up with friends in my own neighborhood. So many of my writer friends have either moved far away or live far away, and I feel like Woodinville, though it has lots going for it, has been lacking in cultural venues and opportunities for hanging out with like-minded book lovers. Hope this will make that better!
Supporting Local Businesses – Wineries and Flower Farms
Speaking of things that make life better, after a very stressful day – I had a sleep study this week (that I failed—remind me that I don’t sleep well hooked up to wires, ha), an allergic reaction, a triage nurse yelling at me to go the ER (I’m fine, thanks), and a blown tire that required a visit to the dealership to fix – I decided to take Glenn to a local winery, Otis Kenyon, here in Woodinville, to try a rare wine, Carménère, that’s extinct in its native France but still survives here in Washington, as well as Venezuela and Australia. I can’t actually drink much wine (histamine reactions), but Glenn definitely deserved it after going downtown to pick up and drop off the sleep study at the hospital, fixing a flat and putting on a spare tire in about fifteen minutes, and finishing up a very challenging class in his Masters program. And I love the idea of an extinct wine finding new life. And it’s always fun to pop in to the neighborhood small wineries and chat with the folks there – probably Woodinville at its friendliest! Everyone has an opinion about wine, the neighborhood, the flowers…
- Pale sunflowers
- Glenn and I at Apple Valley Farm
- closeup of lavender and bee at lavender farm
- Glenn and I at JB Grower’s Lavender and Flower Farm
And then a visit to the new flower farm for some time in nature – and more pictures. Corn will be there next week! Once again, the new JB Family Grower’s lavender farm has acres of flowers to explore, photograph, inhale. It’s primarily a lavender farm, but the lavender plants are young. (But lookout Sequim when the plants get older—we’ll have lavender to rival yours right here in my neighborhood!) That’s okay—lots of different varieties of sunflower, dahlia, zinnia, and wildflower provide a lot of beauty—and this week the goldfinches had found the sunflowers, so they were darting and singing all around us. Magical! This time I brought home a bouquet of pale white and red sunflowers, and matching dahlias. It was a good ending to a difficult and stressful week. And I finally slept “normally” last night. (No sleep study gear really helps!)

Pileated Woodpecker perched on my deck
Finally, a Few Fall Poems…
Live Encounters kindly reposted a few fall poems of mine from a little while ago…maybe it will remind you that many writers’ favorite season is on the way! I hope you enjoy them. And enjoy this pileated woodpecker—we also had deer visitors who ate the last of my roses. I hope that August will be kind to us the rest of this month…
A New Flower Farm in the Neighborhood, the Frustrations of Health Stuff (When All the Doctors Are Quitting,) Trying to Write a Poem a Day and How Is It August Already
- At August 07, 2022
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Welcoming a New Lavender and Flower Farm to the Neighborhood
Sometimes there are unwelcome changes in your neighborhood (like a local horse farm being turned into condos) but sometimes there are welcome changes, like a sod farm (with an excellent view of Mt Rainier) being turned into a gigantic lavender and flower farm down the street from your house! JB Family Growers decided to covert a large (and I mean, bigger than several football fields) stretch of sod farm—which has been there as long as I’ve known anything about Woodinville—into a farm, starting with planting thousands of baby lavender plants, as well as patches of sunflowers, wildflowers, snapdragons, and dahlias, all of which are “u-pic” for little bouquets. It’s something that adds so much beauty (not to mention pollinator-friendliness) to our neighborhood—I can’t wait to take friends here, especially when the lavender fields grow up. And they’re expanding into a larger pumpkin patch, corn, and sunflower farm around the corner this fall. So we have that to look forward to in October. I swear, growing up on a farm in Tennessee means I feel more comfortable on farms than in the burbs—I love talking to the people that work there, buying local, and supporting their businesses.
- Mt Rainier with snapdragons
- Red sunflowers
- blue wildflowers with Mt Rainier view
- snapdragons
I had a whole week of frustrating health stuff (lots of doctor appointments, lots of trying to track down new doctors after my old ones have quit/retired suddenly) but on Friday we had perfect weather—about seventy-five degrees and sunny—and decided to plan a visit to the new Flower Farm. It was so exhilarating just to feel immersed in so many flowers! I couldn’t put down my camera!
Trying to Write a Poem a Day
I am not usually a write-a-poem-a-day type of person—I tend to write poems in groups—but I hadn’t been writing as much as I liked this summer, so I was happy to join a few friends in the venture. I’ve only written a couple I’m happy with, but the writing part is good for me. I get a little cranky when I don’t write for long stretches.
I also need to catch up on submitting poems—and I’m trying to do some “new book” planning for next year as well. I still haven’t found perfect cover art for Flare, Corona, yet, despite a lot of looking. I need to order new business cards too (the ones I have use an older e-mail address) in time for next year’s Seattle AWP! I’m so excited to be seeing friends next year!
Frustrating Health Stuff (When All Your Doctors Are Quitting)
So I may have mentioned I had a different doctor’s appointment every day this week—and trying to track down new hematologists and an Ob/Gyn who’s experienced with bleeding disorders—both of which have been really hard. I’m sure a lot of people are dealing with this, as there’s been a bit of a mass exodus of doctors of a certain age—and even young doctors—after the burnout and frustrations of the last few years. And certain specialists are difficult to replace, especially when they have the narrow experience you need. So that’s been a lot of time on the phone and portals. On the plus side, no skin cancer (all of my immediate family has had basal cell carcinoma, so getting that skin check is important) and the dermatologist didn’t try to sell me any skin treatments! I felt a little disappointed, given my age. Shouldn’t they be trying to upsell me a bunch of stuff? LOL. Anyway, still thankful for the good doctors that stay and hoping I find a good fit for some of the more difficult specialties.

August Sunset from our deck
Can You Believe It’s August Already?
Yes, it’s August of 2022 already! Still dealing with Covid emergencies, and now Monkeypox has been declared a national emergency. Hey, can we get over one pandemic before starting another? Also, the realization that this is almost the end of summer, which seems literally to have just begun (right after July 4th, I believe). My garden is providing vases full of sweetpeas, roses, and dahlias, and I’ve got to start laying a foundation for promoting my new book next year for BOA. It really does take a lot of advance planning to launch even a little poetry book! Also, all of our outdoor projects have to get done before the rain starts again. The last couple weeks I’ve had various illnesses and health troubles, which always sets me back in my summer ambitions, but August tends to be a weird time for me, health-wise—maybe it’s the heat? Anyway, who’s ready for September?
A Week of Heat Waves, Bad Air, Sunflowers, and ER Visits
- At July 31, 2022
- By Jeannine Gailey
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A Week of Heat Waves, Bad Air, Sunflowers, and ER Visits
So, this week I’ve been sick, like going to the Urgent Care (tested strep and covid free) and then the hospital a few days later (got a little dehydrated – it’s been super hot, over 90 every day, I’d been running a fever and having stomach issues.) It’s been a while since I’ve been this sick – unlike a lot of people, I’m not a “haven’t even gotten a cold during the pandemic” person – but I hadn’t been put down by a minor virus in a while. It’s very humbling to realize your body tangles with a virus – probably a little-kid virus, gotten at the symphony, is the doctors’ consensus – and you’re down for the week. A week of above 90 temps and bad air didn’t really help. I couldn’t really go out at all during the day, which made me very stir crazy.
I wish I could say that I spent my time improving myself but nope! Just trying desperately to keep myself and my poor garden alive. (Hydration is very important for flowers AND humans, it turns out, in this kind of heat, as I was reminded by the ER doc before he put an IV liter of fluids in me.) Also a week of socializing leads to a down week, almost every time. I loved going to the symphony and the poetry reading, but my immune system did not.
I watched the new Jurassic Park, which made me happy by having dinosaurs, finally, with fur and feathers as discovered in recent fossil record, and displeased Glenn by showing dinosaurs in the snow, which he absolutely insists is not physically possible (though paleontologists might argue with him on this point.) As usual, I was cheering for the dinosaurs and noticed a not-thinly-veiled covid metaphor in the Bill-Gates-type Billionaire of a Monsanto-type company who was delivering genetically-altered locusts to kill his competitors non-genetically modified crops. Clear covid metaphor, right? Maybe not.
I also read a few books, none of which stuck with me, which happens when I’m sick. On the plus side, did get a few shots of goldfinches and sunflowers, as well as a curious flicker in my flower box. I hope you enjoy them. I promise to have a more thoughtful post next week when the air is cooler and I am not as sick. (One bit of good poetry news: I got my first blurb for my upcoming book Flare, Corona, and it was so great that it brought tears to my eyes! I’ll post it at a later date…)
- Goldfinch perched on sunflower stem
- Goldfinch in flight between sunflowers
- goldfinch between sunflowers
Hugo House Reading Report, Starting a Book Club in Woodinville Wine Country, Inching Towards Normalcy
- At July 24, 2022
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Hugo House In-Person Reading Report
Well, I survived my first live reading in two and a half years, and really enjoyed listening to the other readers. Thanks to Lesley and Hugo House for making it happen!
It was great to hang out with other poets and the audience on a summer afternoon (thank goodness for air conditioning) and it was nice to have a Q&A afterwards to talk about poetry. I had a hard time navigating Hugo House’s stage (which has three steep steps and no hand railing – heads up for disabled poets reading there) but no trouble with the mike or the reading itself, which was a relief (I worried I had forgotten how to read in person!)
Below is a shot Glenn took of all the readers post-reading (keep in mind we had masks on all night and the light was weird) and a shot of the books for sale. Martha and Lesley are always a pleasure to hear, and I think this might have been the first time I’d heard Rena, our current WA State Poet Laureate, read, and it was delightful. And it made me feel like a real writer again. And it’s good practice for next year’s book launch!
And I was lucky enough that I got to have a little pre-reading time earlier in the week with Lesley and her charming husband and daughter in Woodinville for some wine-tasting and catching up. Unfortunately the lavender farm didn’t open up in time to take them on a tour, but hopefully it will open next week? I always love showing out-of-town writers Woodinville – it really is a beautiful part of town, a little out of way of the usual tourist attractions.
- Martha Silano, Lesley Wheeler, me, and Rena Priest post-reading at Hugo House
- Books at Hugo House after reading
Starting a Book Club in Woodinville Wine Country (and Inching Towards Normalcy)
So I’m meeting with a winery person tonight to talk about starting a book club that will meet there on a regular basis – along with a quarterly open mike. (I’m thinking: literary/art-oriented mystery, speculative novel, poetry book, open mike as the rotation.) I have been lamenting the lack of literary culture in Woodinville, so maybe this is at least a part of what I’ve been looking for – and a way to ease into socialization (again, in real life – I never stopped talking to folks on the phone or on Zoom) again.
I had a writer’s group I attended on Bainbridge Island for over a dozen years – which was wonderful for my writing and that feeling of isolation you can get as a writer – and I’ve missed it since it dissolved a few years before the pandemic. I know there must be other book people on the East side – or even beyond – that would enjoy talking about books and trying out writer-and-book themed wines and an occasional open mike reading.
I’m also thinking about looking for work again – I don’t know health-wise how much I can take on, so I’ve been trying some freelance and volunteer projects to gauge how I do with deadlines these days.
You can tell that I’m taking baby steps towards post-pandemic normalcy, though our covid numbers here are high and I’m still hyper-aware of the risks as an immune-suppressed person. (Had my first PCR test in a while right after the poetry reading, just being extra careful.) Just like the hot air balloons that have suddenly started appearing in our skies again, I’m trying out things – poetry readings, the symphony last week, and making in-person dates with friends – that hopefully herald better times ahead. Maybe things are finally looking up?
By the way, if you’d be interested in this book club thing at a winery in Woodinville, please leave a comment or contact me. We’d love to have you!
New Poems in Redactions, an Upcoming Reading at Hugo House, Symphonies, Supermoons and Sunsets
- At July 16, 2022
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Two Poems in the New Issue of Redactions
Thank you to Redactions for publishing two new poems of mine, one of which will be in my upcoming book from BOA Editions! As you can see, all the cool cats are talking about the new issue!
Here’s a sneak peek at one of the poems, “When I Try to Write an Elegy:”
Upcoming Reading and Conversation at Hugo House on July 20th
My first reading since February 2020 – and it will be with a group of terrific poets. We’re going to talk about the importance of poetry in navigating our lives and then read a few poems. Here’s a flyer – fancy, right?
I hope I remember how to dress, speak in public, and talk about poetry with reasonable intelligence. It’s been so long! It will not be zoomed or recorded (because the WA State Poet Laureate will be there – some clause in their contract?) but it is free and it will be fun!
Symphonies, Sunsets, and Supermoons
It’s been a busy week! Glenn had a birthday, we visited with my little brother Mike, Glenn tore his rotator cuff, we’re getting ready to visit with friends from out of town tomorrow, and we were gifted with tickets to the symphony – something we haven’t gone to since way before the pandemic – this one was a Harry Potter themed Symphony! It was nerve-wracking (everyone was masked, but hadn’t been indoors with that many people in a long while) but the audience was enthusiastic and full of people dressed in costumes and children so it was pretty uplifting (and a female conductor, which was pretty cool!) We had expensive orchestra seats (once again, we were gifted these – unfortunately, because someone who had bought the tickets caught covid) and we got dressed up, which will mean that’s the second time this month I had to put on real clothes, makeup, and real shoes (not slippers!) I mean, that’s a lot of socializing for someone who’s pretty much been hermiting for two and a half years.
We also had our first dry week in a long time, and already my grass (less of it than there used to be, but still) is crunchy and I’m trying to keep the birds watered with three separate bird baths and fountains. The sun stays up late, the sunsets have been beautiful and we had a clear night to see the brightest supermoon of the year. The garden is still blooming – roses, sunflowers, lilacs (again?), lavender and lots of pollinator-friendly little plants. So here are a few pictures of just how beautiful it is in the Pacific Northwest when summer finally arrives.
- Sunset with Mt Rainier
- Thunder Supermoon with branches
- Glenn and I at Benroya Hall
- lavender roses