The Furious Spinner

Sick most of the night. Brought back that all too familiar feeling of being a resident in the country of the ill. I thought I'd gotten out of that country. Had an urge this morning to listen to the bees again, so we drove out to an organic lavender farm in Hood River. We were at the heart of the world: Wy'east to the south and Pahto to the north. On either side of this little lavender farm were orchards that used pesticides. One had a sign that read "peligro: pesticides."


Pahto (Mount Adams), me, bees, lavender

Still, I liked being with the lavender. A foot away from the lavender you couldn't hear anything except the wind. Standing right next to them or in amongst them, I heard the bees. Thousands of them. The hummmmmmm was amazing, soothing, relaxing, mesmerizing. I want to get a tape of the sound of the bees. I stood for a long time listening to them at the heart of the world.

Then I gathered flowers to take to Linda.


me dressed for the sun, fleurs


amongst the wildfleurs


my sweetheart out of the sun

I sat in Linda's living room with her for a bit, but my throat got worse, so I went outside and talked with the bergamot, bee balm, oswego tea. Then I got an essence of it.





Mario and I took the dogs for a walk. We talked with Serena for a while; I went back inside and talked with Linda. She seems peaceful, sleepy. Another caregiver has pooped out on her, may have even taken money from her. This one cashed a check for her five days ago and hasn't been back since.

Ah well. She's with Serena now. I'm with Mario. And the memory of the bees and lavender still hums in my memory. 6 comments

6 Comments:

I loved the lavender fields and the bergamot, and they were glorious photos of you and Mario too. Wishing you release from the pain and the sickness too. Blessings, Cate

By  kerrdelune, at 9:53 AM  

Thanks, Cate. I love that photo of Mario. He's so gorgeous. I told him he looks like a youngish Ernest Hemingway, without the depression or the suicidal inclination.

By  Kim Antieau, at 10:05 AM  

Wow. Gorgeous lavender, gorgeous color, gorgeous Kim & Mario. That's some mountain behind the purple, too. Thanks for the visit northwest! Hope you're feeling better -

By  Theriomorph, at 8:26 AM  

We lived here for seven years, across the river from these fields. Every single day I saw Wy'east (Mount Hood), which isn't in these photos, and some days if I was going the other direction I saw Pahto (Mount Adams). I did feel as though I was residing at the heart of the world. Unfortunately, they use too many pesticides in this beautiful peaceful place, because of the orchards, so we moved down the road about 25 miles. I miss seeing the mountains every single day, but I can feel their roots in every step I take, so I know I still live amongst giants. (Plus the county we now live in is the only place in the United States where Bigfoot is a protected species.)

By  Kim Antieau, at 12:21 PM  

"(Plus the county we now live in is the only place in the United States where Bigfoot is a protected species.)"

That is profoundly fantastic in every way.

By  Theriomorph, at 7:33 PM  

In 1969 the Skamania County Commissioners passed an ordinance making it illegal to kill Bigfoot within the confines of the county. The law provides for a 5 year prison term and/or a $10,000 fine. I love telling people we live in a Bigfoot sanctuary. We may in fact be the only political jurisdiction in the world that protects Bigfoot.

By  Mario, at 10:11 PM  

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