After all that, while L. was away the week in California, and though the weather continued
pleasant, everything slowed, everything seemed to take a little longer; I began cutting out studio time, trying to put together narration for an unseen video about the library show which all
came up stupid. The mindless work of reed-gathering, back and forth past “Fumerole”,
perfectly sited at the Frog Pond, continued without a hitch, however.*
Rare as studio visitations had become there was an even rarer Pelican Visitation one morning…
and scenes seen
as well as the unavoidable Dogs.
Dried cattail collecting continued, as Tara had left an endless supply, and the weather
remained amenable until Linda , having successfully overseen the installation of “Spindrift”,
her largest commission to date, beside the Bay in Burlingame, returned. Soon after
we began to suffer the inexorably rising temperatures which ultimately
drove us out of Nevada four days ahead of schedule, leaving barely time to wrap things up
as it got warmer
and
warmer
and
well, warmer.
Hotter**, even, although I did get the burnpile under control for the season before Wednesday
was devoted to packing for the migration from our personal green zone to
the “Green Zone” of Green River Utah…
*The overly observant will notice, however, a trailer hitch on the ’82 Chev; different hitch.
**Although it rarely got much over a hundred it seems we’re both, L. in particular, more affected by it now, so had to go.
darlings – when will you arrive? it is frightfully dry but that oppressive wind has calmed in the last days. we miss you and want to hear more about spindrift – the sculpture looks beautiful and the title is great. give a shout after you’ve settled in. love, n and m
Those first five photo images were really super! Taking them counts as doing something. Unfortunately with all the green in your oasis, the heat did not register in the images. Hope you have/had a safe trip. Spindrift is indeed lovely.
Given that it has recently hit 100 Fahrenheit in the Soviet Arctic and that vast amounts of forests in Siberia in the same zone are burning uncontrollably, I’m not surprised you had to get out of the desert. And so called permafrost is melting everywhere. So much for the “perma” part. Remember when we could comfortably think we would not live to see these things?
F
Agree with Janet: green is not hot. Come back later (next month?) when it’s all turned brown.
Hopefully no passerby will ignite the burn pile; everything would be black then.
Like the Soviet Arctic, as Fred so ominously cites, and, yes, I do remember when I could comfortably think.
Now most thoughts are not.