Sunday carried on being warm and sunny…
Even the birds get pretty houses on Signal Hill Road
and some more mailboxes.
The party bus was waiting and we all piled aboard
and had a photo op at Portugal Cove
like this rock face
pointing out the wildflowers that inspired one poem.
Feels like another spring dawning for me. Fiddleheads and flowers…
A stream runs through it
we endured the blackflies – out in their fury – for the sake of poetry
and nautical knots in the rope handrails
And then we had a reading. In the garage, which was not entirely blackfly-free, but quite comfortable and atmospheric. Penn Kemp
Joe Blades, and then
And then it was back on the bus, back to the hotel (where food service stops early) so we wrapped up with some pizza we ordered in at the bar.