Last year I threw a message in a bottle into the Columbia River & got a nice response from the 10-yr-old girl who found it. On August 16th of this year I threw another, but as far out into the Pacific as I could, from the end of the jetty at Cape Disappointment. My friend and I stood watching, and determined that the bottle seemed to be going out to sea.
On September 6th I got a postcard in the mail:
So I am two for two. I’m starting to think that it’s rather easy to communicate via bottles.
SAM provided magnifying glasses to view the prints up close, and this one is incredibly precise and detailed. I’ve uploaded an image that’s larger than actual size, so you can get a similarly close look. Click and zoom if you would like to pore over it.
O my love
The pretty towns
All the blue tents of our nights together
And the lilies and the birds glad in our joy
The road through the forest
Where the surly wolf lived
And the snow at the top of the mountain
And the little
Rain falling on the roofs of the village
O my love my dear lady
The world is not very big
There is only room for our wonder
And the light leaning winds of heaven
Are not more sweet or pure
Than your mouth on my throat
O my love there are larks in our morning
And the finding flame of your hands
And the moss on the bank of the river
And the butterflies
And the whirling-mad
The first of Minna Lindgren's trilogy about three lovable old ladies who spend their days playing cards, thwarting crime, and fighting an indifferent bureaucracy and the ageist absurdities of life in a retirement home.