Taking advantage of a cold, dry, sunny morning to get in some yard cleanup. The huge Red Oak in the background typically holds onto its leaves until mid-December, so the last cleanup of Autumn is usually the following January - or later, if I'm really feeling apathetic about it. But that many leaves really are a lot easier to move if they haven't been saturated fully by a Winter's worth of precipitation. And the image really doesn't transmit just how big that pile of leaves is.
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She was fantastic. Like this poetry can reach the younger generation, too.
I had thirty-five years of hard work to transfer part of my love for poetry to my pupils in English and French.
Yet I reached many hearts starting with Limericks and gravestone humour (finishing off with a Shakespeare Sonnet).
My favourite (short) poem by Friederike Mayröcker:
Im Unterricht behandelt man Gedichte.
Was fehlt ihnen?
In class poems are treated.
What’s wrong with them?
Turn right or go straight... After turning right for testing several times in the last year, today I got to go straight where I received the first dose of the Pfizer inoculation for Covid.
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