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Blueberry Hill

Elaine Henderson

For the Love of Blueberries

It was a warm fall day

My father in law and I 

Were fishing on 

Bottle Lake 

An isolated lake  

In the north end of the county 

Miles of uninhabited bush 

Stood between the lake 

And the nearest county road 

We had hiked in the 3 miles 

Taken up our positions 

And sat chatting as our lines 

Dangled in the still waters 

Not much was biting 

Then lunch rolled around 

And a patch of blueberries 

Straddling the crest  

Of the nearby hill 

Looked like the ideal spot 

To pick our dessert 

With plastic bowl in hand 

I worked my way up 

The north side of the patch 

Picking the blueberries 

Just as I crested the hill 

I met a black bear 

Who'd been working his way 

Up the south side of the patch 

We exchanged a brief glance 

And then went down the hill 

In the direction we had come up 

I don't know about the bear 

But I was on the dead run.

                        Raymond Farrell

Den här dikten får mig att tänka på barnboken Blueberries for Sal, av Robert McCloskey som jag skrev om för flera år sedan. 

Illustration från Blueberries for Sal

Latlördag

To love to read is to exchange hours of ennui for hours of delight.

                                                                                   Charles de Montesquieu 

LAZY LADY

Rowan Gillespie 

Jag är ohyggligt fascinerad av den här damen. Inser att man måste vara i avsevärt mycket bättre form, än vad jag är, för att kunna inta den här ställningen. Jag tänker inte ens försöka! 

Min lättja tar sig andra mer konventionella uttryck, en skön fåtölj, en kanna te och fler böcker än jag hinner läsa — då är jag nöjd.

Popular Classics lll, 2015

Holly Farrell  

 A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.

                                                                    Charles Lamb