Saturday, April 07, 2007


Sword hilt from Steinsvik, Norway, ornamented in contrasting metals and stylized beasts.

Since a surprising number of people continued to visit on weekends, I felt guilty. So, here is a replica post from April of 2006. Some of you might remember it, the first of the series.

From the Minor Annals

We never heard the Yith Hounds that year.

That year the honeysuckle, the hawthorne and the high cranberry bloomed together along the hedgerows of the ring ridge. White, like a blessing at morning. Wonder under the moon.

That year we planted three peach trees beside the menhir, and grape vines between the stones.

That year we found the white fawn hidden in the golden brambles and we cut the rough sandstone for the king's well.

That year we found a sword hilt below the rapids. I bade them leave it to the waters, though it glittered bright. We dug an iron-bound cart wheel from the sand bar beyond and brought it home.

The harvest was bountiful that year. Our storeroom filled and we traded with the village for coin.

That year we heard the foxes run by moonlight along the ring track.

There were no Yith Hounds in the sky.

That year.


Sam said...

What a lovely piece!
Thanks for posting it!

Anonymous said...


kmfrontain said...

It's so pretty. :D

Bernita said...

Thank you, Sam, Steve, and Karen.

raine said...

Don't know why I happened by, but glad I did.
Lovely piece, Bernita.

Bernita said...

Thank you, Raine.
Think I'll recycle the series on Saturdays.

spyscribbler said...

Oh, Bernita, I think that's a wonderful idea! (Aren't I selfish?)

I just love the Minor Annals. They soothe the soul like poetry. Thank you for sharing!

Jeff said...

Beautiful writing, Bernita.

Donnetta Lee said...

Lovely and enjoyed it.

Bernita said...

Thank you, Natasha, Jeff and Donnetta.

Ballpoint Wren said...

I'll always admire your work, Bernita. I love how you construct your prose like poetry.

Happy Easter to you!

Marie said...

This is such a lovely piece of writing, Bernita.

Bernita said...

Happy Easter, dear Bonnie, and thank you.

Thank you, Marie.