village life – Page 31 – don't confuse the narrator

the smallest room in all the world

After rain, sunshine:
tomorrow, there will be
mushrooms for breakfast

all the yellow birds of autumn

A gust of wind tears
yellow birds and russet butterflies
from autumn trees

or, possibly:

A gust of wind
tears all the yellow birds
and russet butterflies of autumn
from their treetop perches

widdershins around the reservoir

reservoir mist — The sun peels mist from the water

moving mountains

After the storm,
the river drops to reveal
new mudbanks;
slowly, the mountains
are coming to us.

(No, there are no mudbanks visible in the photo, which is actually the point at which my local river is dammed to form a reservoir. But hopefully it brightens the page a bit.)

food for thought

I went into the local agricultural supplies store to buy cat food and the guy looked up and said “¿pienso?”.

I’ll admit I was sorely tempted to reply, “lo dudo” as he’s not the brightest crayon in the box: he’s more the sort who “just sits” without much in the way of thinking going on.

(That was meant as a reference to “sometimes I sits and thinks, and then again I just sits.”, but now I’ve added a photo, I find that “I have a Gumbie Cat in mind”. Hmm. Tangents are fun things.)

Anyway, he really meant pienso as a noun – alimento para el ganado. Well, I’d never thought of our semi-ferals as livestock, but there’s certainly a small herd of them. (And, as the guy in the EDS advert says, “Herding cats? don’t let anybody tell you it’s easy.”)
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