{"id":2211,"date":"2025-06-06T19:36:53","date_gmt":"2025-06-06T23:36:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/?p=2211"},"modified":"2025-06-06T19:36:53","modified_gmt":"2025-06-06T23:36:53","slug":"6-summer-shards-2025","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/2025\/06\/06\/6-summer-shards-2025\/","title":{"rendered":"#6 summer shards 2025"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I often buy my own flowers. Warren knows I love them but it is not his language. Recently, when we went to the grocery store together he reminded me to look at the flowers but I said, “No, now is the season of flowers in our garden or at the farmers market.” But then, as we stood in line to check out, I really admired the peonies the man in front of us was buying. So I went back and treated myself to the moon-like peonies.
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I want to tell you something. This morning
is bright after all the steady rain, and every iris,\u2028
peony, rose, opens its mouth, rejoicing. I want to say,\u2028
wake up, open your eyes, there\u2019s a snow-covered road\u2028
ahead, a field of blankness, a sheet of paper, an empty screen.\u2028
Even the smallest insects are singing, vibrating their entire bodies,\u2028
tiny violins of longing and desire. We were made for song.\u2028
I can\u2019t tell you what prayer is, but I can take the breath\u2028
of the meadow into my mouth, and I can release it for the leaves\u2019
\u2028green need. I want to tell you your life is a blue coal, a slice
\u2028of orange in the mouth, cut hay in the nostrils. The cardinals\u2019
\u2028red song dances in your blood. Look, every month the moon
\u2028blossoms into a peony, then shrinks to a sliver of garlic.\u2028
And then it blooms again.

–Barbara Crooker, “Listen,” from\u00a0Line Dance<\/a><\/em>,
copyright \u00a9 2008 Word Poetry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I often buy my own flowers. Warren knows I love them but it is not his language. Recently, when we went to the grocery store together he reminded me to look at the flowers but I said, “No, now is the season of flowers in our garden or at the farmers market.” But then, as […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2211","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rough-ideas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2211","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2211"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2211\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2213,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2211\/revisions\/2213"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2211"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2211"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2211"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}