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Ely Street Poet - Grapes of life (opens the original)
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I picked all of the grapes last week. The just-right combination of time and temperature and diligent watering or lack there-of had shaken-not-stirred the large deeply purple fruit into perfection. Their skins had begun to burst and their seeds softened just a bit. The fruit was outstanding. The day I harvested the fair portion of a five-gallon bucket full was the day after we noticed that the wasps had noticed the concords as well. I had seen a few wasps crawling sneakily all over the leaves of
Ely Street Poet - Weeding around (opens the original)
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On the edge of the weeds the bass are biting. They can feel that summer is retreating; they sense their long wait is coming again. They’re hungry and when we hook into them they fight. Through the tannin stained water their backs flash with bronze reflections against the afternoon sun. In a square of the same sunlight at home my dog lays half on the couch and half on an antique bench with rounded sides that was once an Ely High School shop project. This one was in our house when we bought it. It
Ely Street Poet: Almost just a memory (opens the original)
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This week at the Farmer’s Market in Whiteside Park it was an eventful and sunny three hours. Juliet and I wrote poems and Lucy sold her pottery. We met some more interesting new folks and talked with some old friends. It stayed in the seventies and cooled off as the evening came on. Our garden grew like crazy just in the last week and in addition to more than our fair share of weeds, we’ve picked more beans and lettuce and berries. Broccoli found its way into several salads and we’ve got another
Ely Street Poet - The brighter we shine (opens the original)
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The Farmer’s Market was full this week. Full of locals, visitors, firefighters, and kids of all ages. The City Band played, the food trucks and the produce trucks and the bread tables and the artisans showed up. It was a continuation of what Ely, Babbitt and Tower came together for last weekend in place of a cancelled festival. It was small town magic. Something, I think, that we all may be the very best at, whether we realize it or not. Sure, we’ve won several contests… “the best little town” o
Ely Street Poet - Catching...fish (opens the original)
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These hot days are all blurring together, but last Friday afternoon we ventured out during one of the hottest spells to fish for an hour or so. I wanted to feel cool water on my feet and find some shade. Do some casting, do some bobber watching and worm swimming. Just to find a place with a bit of a breeze and enjoy that breeze coming up off the water. To stand with Jen in a little bit of current and imagine that I was a kid again and that this time I knew her and she knew me. Sometimes I do dre
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