Sunday, April 18, 2004

"Stories are our wealth. Winter nights we tell them over and over. Once a star fell from the sky, but it wasn't just any star, just as this isn't just any ordinary place. That cedar tree marks the event and the land remembers the flash of its death flight. To describe anything in winter whether it occurs in the past or the future requires a denser language, one thick with the promise of new lambs, heavy with the weight of corn milk."(Floor of Canyon de Chelly by Joy Harjo) (many thanks to link champion wood s lot)


:: note :: . . . winter is over but snow early this morning . . . the last of it (i think) . . . but even into July we are never surprised with snow . . .