This has been a great mail week!
The mysterious postcard from North Carolina at the top above was fun because I have no idea who sent it. Is the "L" for the first or last name? There is really no hint at all and no return address--so I can't mail a reply! But it is addressed to Jenny Claire which is what my my father used to call me and what my grands still call me. I checked with the Lamkins, but not them. Curiouser and curiouser.
On the back of Teresa's envelope, she included a pic of ratatouille and a poem she wrote with the lovely line "okra chortle a ruffled message in their pods" -- that makes me smile!
Here is the postcard TES enclosed with an excerpt from a poem.
the other side...
this poem makes my mouth water
I didn't move the pot with the cherry tomatoes on to the shelter of the patio when we had a really cold morning. I meant to. I knew I should. I forgot. So damage to the leaves and the flowers that hadn't set, these little guys were OK.
If there is anything I love more than juicy, ripe tomatoes, it is fried green tomatoes. Cherry tomatoes won't do for that, so when they ripen they go into salads.
I used to collect poems on various subjects for comparison, just to show students different ways to approach a topic not normally thought poetry worthy. It started with poems by Plath and Hughes, but then I was amazed at how many famous poets had written poems about pigs. Here are a few of the ones I collected.
Sylvia Plath -- The Sow
Ted Hughes -- View of a Pig
Claude McKay -- If We Must Die
Denise Levertov -- Her Secret
Galway Kinnel -- St. Francis and the Sow
P.S. "L" if you will email me your address, I will send you a postcard back!