Bacon on the Bookshelf

Savory picks for the free range reader

April 22, 2018
by jenniferpuryear

Things Seen at the Beach in Spring

Today’s post is inspired by fresh air, a strong breeze, a big storm, and the coast. Also a great children’s book… can you guess which one? Happy Sunday, Bacon friends! Things Seen at the Beach in Spring You’re at a resort so you’re not surprised to see the big white tent with gauzy curtains kissing the white sand while inside floats the sleek white dress …

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April 4, 2018
by jenniferpuryear

Spring Is The Season (Part 2)

Spring is lovely and hopeful and all that as the world renews itself around us. Spring can also be wet and cold, and sometimes dark moods overtake us. Here’s another poem and photo essay from The Backyard Poem Collection…   Spring Is The Season (Part 2) Spring is the season of blooms and decay, Cherry blossoms heading to the gutter, Red buds slumming on the …

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March 24, 2018
by jenniferpuryear

Spring is the Season of Mud and Wild Violets (Photo Essay)

Spring is the season of mud and wild violets The self-importance of tulips Green vines creeping up old oaks And cherry trees in radiant bloom – Arms stretching wide and high Pink and white blossoms exploding softly with beauty and the uselessness of all things (no fruit will follow). Meanwhile the violets go about their business feet in the mud keeping things organized making sure …

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March 6, 2018
by jenniferpuryear

Dispatch from Nashville: On Our Former Mayor, Megan Barry

Here’s a Bacon poem for the sadness of today. In time there will be a far better country song or novel. In the meanwhile, here’s this. I’ve been thinking about what we owe each other. And the journeys we’re on. Things You Say To A Friend I grew to like our mayor – And I hate the way her story – for the moment – …

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February 25, 2018
by jenniferpuryear

Pepper and The Very Rainy Day

In February it rains and rains and rains while unhappy pets sit at windows wishing they weren’t stuck inside. Yards are muddy and sludgy and spotted with pools of standing water.  An especially large pool developed in the back corner of our yard. Pepper sat by the window, patiently at first and less patiently as the day dragged on. She sat, then she paced, she …

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February 14, 2018
by jenniferpuryear

Valentine’s Day Special, Part 2: Not a Red Rose or Satin Heart

My friend’s daughter, a freshman in college, just wrote her first article for the school paper (The Crimson) – “Top Five Reads for a Vicarious Valentine’s Day.”  Allison Pao’s intriguing list includes a link to one of the best poems I’ve ever read about this silly, wonderful, aggravating, awful, hopeful day…    Valentine By Carol Ann Duffy   Not a red rose or a satin …

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February 14, 2018
by jenniferpuryear

Valentine’s Day Special: Pepper and The Gorgeous Dog

Pepper and I returned from a damp and dreary walk in the neighborhood one recent afternoon. Early crocuses blooming at the base of the old oak tree were the only signs of a spring still distant. As we approached the house, Pep and I both heard it: our favorite loud, deep bark. “It’s Hotch!” she cried, and I let her off the leash. Pep dashed …

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January 12, 2018
by jenniferpuryear

Snow Day – Maybe!

It’s not a snow day in Nashville yet – but it might be! The schools are closed. I’ve cancelled my morning appointment and dinner plans. This is how we roll in the South, dear readers who live elsewhere. Billy Collins captures a snow day best. And oh my God – does he understand girls on the playground? Yes. Snow day Today we woke up to …

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January 11, 2018
by jenniferpuryear

Bad Things Are Going to Happen

There’s something to be said for the things we can’t make New Year’s Resolutions about. The things we can’t change, coming at us like a freight train – or with a whisper. Today’s poem by Ellen Bass offers some food for thought. Relax Bad things are going to happen. Your tomatoes will grow a fungus and your cat will get run over. Someone will leave …

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January 2, 2018
by jenniferpuryear

When Icicles Hang By The Wall

It’s 5 degrees in Nashville this morning and there’s not much to recommend it. In times like these one turns to art for consolation. A winter song comes to mind, sent by my friend Jack Barnwell and dreamt up by the Bard some centuries ago… When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, …

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