The Weather where you are in a verse or two

Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2016 05:42 am
Today its a fine day of rain. The sky is pacific grey, without turmoil.
The rain rains down without wind, without intensity, its raining lazy.
There is Italian pop music at the coffee shop, the cigarrete has burned out abandoned to its thoughts, and the world goes round as usual...
Good morning A2K !
Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2016 05:44 am
@Fil Albuquerque,
Our weather, in a word, is NICE
If you'd just ignore the snow and ice.
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2016 06:48 am
@Fil Albuquerque,
The sun is out (Apparently.
I'm watching football on TV).
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2016 07:07 am
@Fil Albuquerque,
Here, it's a cloudy, gloomy day.
It seems it's gonna stay that way.
Not that I've something against clouds,
Except when they cover us like shrouds.
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2016 08:38 am
The lion, lamb, approaching Easter
but first we'll be smacked with a f'ing Nor'easter
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Real Music
Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2016 12:10 pm
@Fil Albuquerque,
It's about 80 degrees and sunny
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2016 02:24 pm
Out peeks the sun
Now hides the sun
Chill, persistent breeze
Spells a final winter tease
Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2016 02:27 pm
Gorgeous, about 70F and sunny here
I wish you could see the blue sky
The neighbor is outside with a beer
California living is worth a try.
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2016 02:35 pm
REminds me of on of my favorite Frost poems"Two Tramps in Mud Time"
Mud Time is a unique northeast season that is part of the New ENgland Calendar


Out of the mud two strangers came
And caught me splitting wood in the yard,
And one of them put me off my aim
By hailing cheerily "Hit them hard!"
I knew pretty well why he had dropped behind
And let the other go on a way.
I knew pretty well what he had in mind:
He wanted to take my job for pay.

Good blocks of oak it was I split,
As large around as the chopping block;
And every piece I squarely hit
Fell splinterless as a cloven rock.
The blows that a life of self-control
Spares to strike for the common good,
That day, giving a loose my soul,
I spent on the unimportant wood.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March.

A bluebird comes tenderly up to alight
And turns to the wind to unruffle a plume,
His song so pitched as not to excite
A single flower as yet to bloom.
It is snowing a flake; and he half knew
Winter was only playing possum.
Except in color he isn't blue,
But he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom.

The water for which we may have to look
In summertime with a witching wand,
In every wheelrut's now a brook,
In every print of a hoof a pond.
Be glad of water, but don't forget
The lurking frost in the earth beneath
That will steal forth after the sun is set
And show on the water its crystal teeth.

The time when most I loved my task
The two must make me love it more
By coming with what they came to ask.
You'd think I never had felt before
The weight of an ax-head poised aloft,
The grip of earth on outspread feet,
The life of muscles rocking soft
And smooth and moist in vernal heat.

Out of the wood two hulking tramps
(From sleeping God knows where last night,
But not long since in the lumber camps).
They thought all chopping was theirs of right.
Men of the woods and lumberjacks,
The judged me by their appropriate tool.
Except as a fellow handled an ax
They had no way of knowing a fool.

Nothing on either side was said.
They knew they had but to stay their stay
And all their logic would fill my head:
As that I had no right to play
With what was another man's work for gain.
My right might be love but theirs was need.
And where the two exist in twain
Theirs was the better right--agreed.

But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the future's sakes.

Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2016 03:07 pm
I never could write so long on a topic as minds like Frost's. His verses have a verve few can capture so well.
Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2016 03:27 pm
he was a mensch about New England. He could write all week about one little brook, and make it sound important.
I once went to an apple orchard (I think it was in Vermont not MAss) that he pinpointed as an old cider area in a collection. I stood around looking and, it was in the very late summer (just before the color and well before the "Locking"). You could see the maroon leaves of the blueberry barrens and the old trees bearing these stunted gnarly looking cider apples, that, when you bit into one, was like eating an unripe persimmon. SO ASTRINGENT.

Thats how I learnt about the many styles of apples and their uses.
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2016 03:50 pm
Apples. One of my favorite foods. I pick one variety for a favorite, then switch to another. One year the Pink Ladies were among the best I ever had, but since, I have not found any to equal those of that one season.
Reply Sun 20 Mar, 2016 04:51 am
Apples are one fruit that are being developed for flavor and texture as well as shipping characteristics. Most all other veggies and fruits are only being futzed with to improve weight and shipping .
Tomatoes are an example of something that has been so screwed with by crossbreeding that the tomato in winter is not a favorite fruit of the Northest.
We use canned tomatoes in winter, their flavor is way better.

Apples have kept up with flavor demands. Even the Amish, who excel at retaining "heritage" fruits and veggies , have been quick to adopt such new varietal apples and Bonnie Brae, or "Cortland X" and the ever popular golden delicious
Reply Sun 20 Mar, 2016 08:44 am
I think the modern tomato ought to be renamed, so that they are not confused with real tomatoes.
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Reply Sun 20 Mar, 2016 08:54 am
Two Tramps was lovely. Hadn't seen it before. Thanks for sharing.

Rather daunting to even let ours appear after.
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Reply Mon 21 Mar, 2016 11:22 am
Up here in the Northeastern corridor
The weather went horrid then horrider.
The cold all around
And the snow on the ground
Makes me yearn for a ticket to Florida.
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Reply Wed 23 Mar, 2016 11:29 pm
@Fil Albuquerque,
Today it is a sunny day in Beijing, no smog, but it is a little wind that make people feel cold.
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Reply Thu 24 Mar, 2016 07:06 am
A tee shirt Wednesday,
the jacket I fling,
turtleneck today,
no robins to sing,
is it hot flashes,
or a New England spring?
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Fil Albuquerque
Reply Thu 24 Mar, 2016 08:52 am
Blue sky in a bright sunny afternoom in Coimbra...the coffee shop is the same, but pll feel more livelly chatty n loud with the spring settling in. There's smilling in ppl's faces just because... the air around me is fresh and busy, there is cuttlery washing jiggling behind the balcony and soap opera on the tv...
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Reply Thu 24 Mar, 2016 09:06 am
Ice pellets on the ground
Chip chip chopping gave me proof
my biceps enjoy work
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