tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post3196621847201564628..comments2024-03-27T05:18:53.795-07:00Comments on The Weaver of Grass: The Poetry Bus.The Weaver of Grasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-49200433770405586412010-08-10T08:21:48.085-07:002010-08-10T08:21:48.085-07:00Oh, I love this, Weaver! Your introduction is as f...Oh, I love this, Weaver! Your introduction is as fascinating as your poem is lovely. In a few lines, you've created a precious memory for all of us to share. Thank you.<br /><br />Growing up in a suburb of Detroit, our visits to the Pennsylvania countryside were just as intriguing, a living example of the children's story about the Country Mouse and the City Mouse. However, we did have similar fruitful experiences but with red raspberries. ; )Dr. Jeanne Irishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11277286531162894465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-27445708195734672632010-08-10T06:34:04.813-07:002010-08-10T06:34:04.813-07:00Thank you for the comments - glad you could share ...Thank you for the comments - glad you could share the memory.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-67162806557201963132010-08-10T06:27:08.633-07:002010-08-10T06:27:08.633-07:00I often wonder if the tree in my Mother-in-laws ya...I often wonder if the tree in my Mother-in-laws yard was a mulberry! never ever<br />have tasted better fruit ! Thanks for a lovely vision!izzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-51425053576175263502010-08-10T06:24:26.619-07:002010-08-10T06:24:26.619-07:00Wonderful memory.Wonderful memory.Maggihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04479533794674357334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-39938346772267560982010-08-10T06:21:57.860-07:002010-08-10T06:21:57.860-07:00Lovely. We just finished mulberry season here with...Lovely. We just finished mulberry season here with squashed purple berries everywhere-- and there are wild plums on the tree by the barn. Loved hearing of your memory and your poem.Leilani Schuck Weatheringtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04517660684870960794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-81512785304247807112010-08-10T06:01:12.032-07:002010-08-10T06:01:12.032-07:00And I hope those stains have finally come out, Wea...And I hope those stains have finally come out, Weaver?!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00861397533660827678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-38419992163342378032010-08-10T03:20:41.874-07:002010-08-10T03:20:41.874-07:00Oh, that is absolutely delightful. It all crystali...Oh, that is absolutely delightful. It all crystalises round that last verse. Beautiful!Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-19320351964887050442010-08-10T02:30:32.659-07:002010-08-10T02:30:32.659-07:00:D Tasty berries...
You know I used get bashing wh...:D Tasty berries...<br />You know I used get bashing when my mom used to catch me with purple lips and I never understood how she would come to know I had been up a mulberry tree!!<br />She was very scared of me climbing trees...because I used to fall frequently and I used to come with bruised knees :D<br /><br />Very sweet and nice poem:)Erratic Thoughtshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14852558150033296079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-54356849116627074842010-08-09T18:57:29.362-07:002010-08-09T18:57:29.362-07:00I love both the poem and the backstory, Weaver, an...I love both the poem and the backstory, Weaver, and am reminded how very far apart and close together we are in this blogging world. I grew up in a small hollow in West Virginia, never going much farther than the head of the creek. My mother was a nurse, and once, all of the nurses' children were invited to the "manor" of the hospital director. I felt the same fascination as you. And we gorged ourselves on cherries.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-66719687402373066422010-08-09T15:13:22.526-07:002010-08-09T15:13:22.526-07:00I really liked that :) my mouth tastes bitter now!...I really liked that :) my mouth tastes bitter now!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05075292153806720848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-82494927916714328282010-08-09T11:00:53.945-07:002010-08-09T11:00:53.945-07:00A delicious memory indeed! I like how you capture...A delicious memory indeed! I like how you captured it in so few words.Argenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532506690426639326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-75077163601791001862010-08-09T10:58:03.598-07:002010-08-09T10:58:03.598-07:00Oh great piece - wonderfully drawn memories. Beaut...Oh great piece - wonderfully drawn memories. BeautifulAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08915236568015079389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-8044144913187338222010-08-09T10:24:41.137-07:002010-08-09T10:24:41.137-07:00This is the best ever poem. Just my type of poem. ...This is the best ever poem. Just my type of poem. Great observation of life. Thank you.Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-64115253627405612292010-08-09T05:32:28.943-07:002010-08-09T05:32:28.943-07:00weaver it's funny how our memories of "ri...weaver it's funny how our memories of "rich" people stay with us from childhood. the poem is rich in its own beautiful way! stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-70202016124198512252010-08-09T05:15:22.782-07:002010-08-09T05:15:22.782-07:00This is lovely Pat - isn't it strange what tin...This is lovely Pat - isn't it strange what tiny details we recall from long ago. I'm not sure I've ever seen a mulberry tree but they always sound rather special.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06826501916623305535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-9053304086851092802010-08-09T04:44:39.837-07:002010-08-09T04:44:39.837-07:00Those are special memories Pat. How wonderful tha...Those are special memories Pat. How wonderful that our mind preserves these memories in such pristine form - they are so precious.Bonnie Zieman, M.Ed.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00282469017360136275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-25693860402813997022010-08-09T04:42:41.144-07:002010-08-09T04:42:41.144-07:00Lovely thoughts Weaver...My grandchildren have all...Lovely thoughts Weaver...My grandchildren have all been together this week and picked the worchester berries, so lots of stained clothes and hopefully lots of memories to hold for the future.Gerry Snapehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07269492251928362799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-74181009787594322822010-08-09T03:13:03.615-07:002010-08-09T03:13:03.615-07:00I went bramble picking this weekend and also found...I went bramble picking this weekend and also found some lovely crab apples. Our wild plums aren't ready yet - but give them a week or so and I'll be making jam!MorningAJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04719744167307369768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-44495256704800625832010-08-09T03:00:03.684-07:002010-08-09T03:00:03.684-07:00I met my first mulberry tree in Italy last year, W...I met my first mulberry tree in Italy last year, Weaver. I plucked fruit as you did as a child. I know now about those purple fingers. <br />We made a mulberry pie. Wonderful to eat. <br /><br />Wonderful to remember and your story here evocative of such joys. Thanks.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.com