Lemon Mom Story

Kate Bush Under the Ivy

It wouldn’t take me long

To tell you how to find it,

To tell you where we’ll meet.

This little girl inside me

Is retreating to her favourite place.

Go into the garden.

Go under the ivy,

Under the leaves,

Away from the party.

Go right to the rose.

Go right to the white rose

(For me.)

I sit here in the thunder,

The green on the grey.

I feel it all around me.

And it’s not easy for me

To give away a secret–

It’s not safe,

But go into the garden.

Go under the ivy,

Under the leaves,

Away from the party.

Go right to the rose.

Go right to the white rose

(For me.)

It wouldn’t take me long

To tell you how to find it

If I should fall

I’ll lie in fields of clover

Basho

Buried under moss

And ivy leaves

But within the tomb of first prayer

Basho

Lemon Mom

Lemon Mom Story

I planted a lemon tree at my old house. Now my mom lives in the house. The lemon tree is covered in lemons. I planted a lemon tree here at this house. But it’s small. It’s not growing. It’s a sad sack of a tree. It’s a myer lemon tree. My mom has to have lemon on her fish. I was in French club in high school. My teacher was Billie Ray Hughes. He was gay. We made chicken with lemon. He took us to see French films. He would cry. He let us make up French names. My brother called himself Renee Goulet. We went to see Diva. A film I love. It’s about opera and music recordings.