Friday, February 17, 2017

I went to the State Park just down the road for breakfast and met the Bee Guy and a rather strange looking couple who were friendly as all get out then I came home and made chili because Mary Moon inspired me yesterday then I baked my very first maiden voyage of baking at Summer's End I made these giant yeasty cinnamon rolls with butter cream cheese frosting they are seriously gigantic and even seriouslyer delicious but even I could not eat more than one

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I am putting the finishing touches on Queer Wing-ed the easy part and I have started a new manuscript titled Becoming Timothy Treadwell

honesty I thought I was done with writing after I resolved the Henry Problem to my satisfaction but I guess I just had to give myself a creative break while I dealt with illness and The Crazy the tiny signs of savage spring I find in my yard make me hopeful I have been outside every every day pulling the ivy off the madronas and kicking the stupid rocks the former owners left every where out of the mud and watching the snow geese and hawks and trumpeter swans and flickers and vireos and dogs who run free here and coyotes and owls and the wee darters that fill the trees and the trees themselves who sustain me

hello Darklings come on over for a spot of tea and a cinnamon roll the size of a Buick

Love

8 Comments:

Blogger Ms. Moon said...

I have read this and I am weeping a little bit.
I cleaned off a shelf today and found a card I bought to send to you.
Soon. Soon I will send it.

February 17, 2017 at 5:28 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

I love you Mary and I am ever so thankful for your friendship in this dark hour.
xoxox

February 17, 2017 at 5:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can smell those buns! Wish I was close enough to have one with you.
Xoxo
Barbara

February 17, 2017 at 6:10 PM  
Blogger 37paddington said...

I thought you so brave moving in the deep if winter but now already there are signs of spring. I am imagining it will be an adventure learning your island in all its seasons. How different life is becoming. I'm thrilled but not surprised you want to write again. I hear in this post that Henry has released you and you are releasing him. Queer Winged, in flight.

February 18, 2017 at 6:26 AM  
Blogger liv said...

It's been a sad time these many weeks without you in my life except for you in my thoughts. It's just, overall, a sad time here.

But very good now to hear that you are baking and making and writing and talking to rather strange looking people. You sound yourself and that makes me happy xo

February 18, 2017 at 2:05 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

Barbara those were the best cinnamon rolls I've ever made thank you. Come on over and I'll make more for you and we can have them on the deck and watch the sun rise.
❤️
Rebecca

February 19, 2017 at 7:23 AM  
Blogger Radish King said...

R, it was a brutal move but I am settling in and longing for summer and garden ready to plant now but it's still too cold. I am not accustomed to such comfort I still am not sure it's real. The natural beauty around me the trees and water and the way the clean air fills my lungs I am thrilled every day. Love
Rebecca

February 19, 2017 at 7:28 AM  
Blogger Radish King said...

Live it has been a sad time here yes. Nature sustains me. People look so strange here that I look like the normal one overdressed even. Bwahahaha!
XO R

February 19, 2017 at 7:30 AM  

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