Mary does her own lawn
Mary Kellogg is a beloved friend and something of a hero to me. I wrote in the introduction to her new book “Whistling Woman,” out in a month or so from Bedlam Farm Books and the Troy Bookmakers that Mary’s gentle ways are misleading. “Her life and her poetry are a defiant statement about courage, purpose, determination and creativity. And she lives it on her own terms, not in response to the narrow-minded expectations of a society that believes older people should melt away in the sun and await their time.”
Mary’s time is now, and so is her wonderful poetry.
My photos are in Mary’s book along with an introduction, and I can’t imagine a better place for them.
Here is one of her poems from the new book, “Hollyhock Lady,” along with some nice photos I got of some Hollyhock Ladies Mary made.
“Did you ever make a hollyhock lady?
mid summer inspires us to create
little ladies in whimsical flowing petal skirts
buds form conical hats
above purple faces
she will dance at King Arthur’s Court
in flowing robe
that kisses the ground
as she twirls
pink and rose
my hollyhock lady”
– Mary Kellogg, “Whistling Woman.”