Pick hydrangea flowers for drying Forage for bilberries Look for noctilucent clouds come nightfall Visit a standing stone Watch a sheepdog trial Go on a moth hunt Be a tourist in my own town for a day Dance in the rain Make blackberry and chia seed jam Crab off a pier Start an indigo dye vat Collect feathers to cut for quill pensWhat will you be doing this summer? And can anyone please tell me what variety that hydrangea is? (Summer in the northern hemisphere ends on September 21st, that's my understanding.)
I proceed as Dylan Thomas once told me he proceeded — it is a matter of going to one's study, or to the chair in the sun, and starting a new sheet of paper. On it you put what you've already got of a poem you are trying to write. Then you sit and stare at it, hoping that the impetus of writing out the lines that you already have will get you a few lines farther before the day is done.Richard Wilbur, poet, The Paris Review, Winter 1977*Writing a blog post can feel a little as Wilbur describes ... this one's taken me three days, on and off. And although allowing myself to explore every tangential thought has played its part in that - I'm beginning to map out where me and this blog, with it's consistently ruralist outlook, are headed next - there was plenty of sitting and staring too. Cogitating, my grandfather would have called it, and I figured out the following ... ... how to better manage my reading and writing time ... currently life's continuing distractions are dragging me from my books and my laptop far too often.