Carl Sandburg. 1878–It rained last night and I thought of this poem especially when I fed our cat.
Fog
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Following the world of cupcakes
Carl Sandburg. 1878–It rained last night and I thought of this poem especially when I fed our cat.
Fog
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Wonderful poem – It creates a wonderful word picture of the fog. I absolutely love the description of how it comes on little cat feet.
Thanks. That is one of my favorite poems. I have taken your suggestion for Monday and will post a Part I of my mom’s journals from the Catskills. She had a wonderful sense of humor. I will also post some of her recipes.
Beautiful photos and poem!
And the green’s look happy 😊
Perfect choice with Carl Sandburg poem. You gardens are just delicious, and certainly make for beautiful photos. Thank you. 🎄
Thank you. Most of our garden has died right now and we are rebuilding.
Yes, Jacqueline…They do, they do, and do.
The plants outside they make the place look like the tropics, The big leafed plants are colocasia ? Do you use the roots in cooking >
Susie
No, I do have a little herb garden and I have a basil plant to make pesto. I am not sure of the name of the plants. It will be a very hot and muggy day today like the tropics. I finished my walking this morning!
Good. In our part of the world, the big leafed green plants( leaves like an umbrella) are used in cooking.
Basil and pesto- nice. So Italian food must be a staple on the menu, right ?
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