Looking Back

I am replacing my "Friday Fives" with "Looking Back"; explanation here.

1. Took down the utility shelves from the former office, now dining room and moved them to the basement.
2. Set up new plastic shelves in the new dining room to be a pantry.
3. With Mom's help, arranged the new pantry.
4. Took a photo every day this week!  (Every day this month, so far!!)
5. Completed week four of The Frosted Pumpkin's Summer Sampler.

It is hard to pick a favortie from this particular week, but
it is probably this cranky marshmallow.

1. Homemade (by me, no less) chocolate almond pudding.
2. Made a wonderful crustless quiche with Mom's garden-fresh herbs and tomatoes.
3. A fantastic thunderstorm, enjoyed with my husband.
4. The delicious Indian spiced garbanzo bean dish I made.
5. Excellent close-out deals on craft supplies at Target.

1. The kitchen needs to be mopped even more, now!
   And guess how badly it needs it NOW!
2. Move the pantry to it's new home in the dining room, which requires a first step of. . .
   Done!
3. . . . taking down the utility shelves used in the former office so that the pantry shelves can be put up, which requires a first step of. . .
   Done!
4. Finding a new home, even if just temporary, for the things on the utility shelves in the former office.
   Done!
5. The bathroom needs an extra good cleaning, since this week was otherwise occupied.
   Done!
6. (bonus goal: be less cranky!)
   I think I was somewhat better this week. =D

1. Mop the kitchen!!
2. Move the unused bookcases into our "closet room" so they can become shelving for pjs, tee shirts and jeans, which first requires. . . 
3. Moving out the tiny dresser, which first requires. . . 
4. Moving the hermit crab tank to the larger dresser, which first requires. . . 
5. Taking down the un-sturdy mesh shelving that is currently housing the above (#2) clothing.

One of the photos I took this week; the baker's twine is
"Midnight Blue" from the Twinery.

1. My camera.
2. Recipes I can follow.
3. Cards from friends.
4. Spices!
5. Audio books.

In an effort to reflect more positively on what I accomplish and to plan goals more reasonably, I'm going to start writing out and looking back on my weekly goals.

The Classics Club: Flame and Shadow by Sara Teasdale

 I first read Sara Teasdale as an immature 11 or 12 year old, and then multiple times in my (still immature)  mid-teens.  It has been many years since I have read any of her poetry, and I was curious as to whether my reaction would be much different than it was all those years ago.  I chose the volume Flame and Shadow (1920), as opposed to her Pulitzer Prize winning 1919 Love Songs, to fit in with a reading challenge.

Sara Teasdale

First off, I was interested in how the title, Flame and Shadow, fit in with the poems.  I noticed several direct references to flame and fire, as well as indirect references to the fires of romantic love.  The "shadow" theme was more subtle, referencing the shadows of pain, loneliness and depression that is evident throughout many of the poems in the volume.

I was still drawn to her poems, but not often  to the same ones that I had loved as a child.  I also saw a depth that I had not seen, recognized (and empathized with) her depression and also understood more of the (now historical) allusions.

I found it surprisingly hard to accustom myself to her more traditional, lyric style, after years of reading modern free verse.  I had to change my mindset, and not think it juvenile (as modern poets often want readers to believe) that her couplets rhymed.

 I was immediately caught up in her word pictures, and could easily visualize the scenes she described.  Teasdale and I share a love for the moon, winter and night, and I felt the feeling I feel when I am walking in the moonlight on a winter's evening.  I also felt the depth of her depression and loneliness in several of the poems.

I wasn't as interested in her love poems, as I have become jaded in my old age and find myself feeling superior to the love poetry.  I don't know why; I'm just explaining the feeling I get, and certainly am not justifying it or even saying I'm right. Despite that, I did feel compassion for her while reading several of them, and even found a connection to some of the more "happy" love poems.  This shows the power of her verse, I think, that it can transcend time and ennui to create a connection.

"There Will Come Soft Rains" was one of my favorites, long before I understood that it referred to the tragedy of the Great War's trenches or to the historically early idea of warfare wiping out man, and decades before I read Bradbury's short story of the same name.  As a result of coming to understand the poem in historical context, and loving the Bradbury story, I have a deeper love for this particular one.


"There Will Come Soft Rains"

Explanation of the Classics Club can be found here
and the Classics Club itself can be found here.

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools, singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.