Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Monday, August 19, 2019
Every leaf and blade is soaked this morning. Noting is moving. It's oddly quiet after days of storm.
I sit on the porch with my coffee, and finally the cicada begin to buzz very quietly, but still no sight or sound of a bird or a bee or a butterfly or a critter of any size or sort.
Everything in nature is tired and sleepy from the storms, it seems. Even we people!
|THE CLOSEST I CAMETO SUNSHINE EARLY THIS MORNING...|
Thursday, August 15, 2019
Monday, August 12, 2019
"A favorite memory of summer from my childhood, I think, is one of climbing up into a spread-armed maple tree where none could see me hidden in the thickness of the leaves. And in that coolness, privacy and peace, I would open the book I had carried, and alone and quiet I would read.
An August never passes but what that memory revisits me. It did so this morning as I waited for the first rays of sun through the trees that surround me. The thing is, at my age now, I know I could not climb a tree if I tried"~~Rose Moore
Sunday, August 11, 2019
Tuesday, August 6, 2019
*I was born in 1940 in a hospital that in recent years was torn down to make room for something else.
*I was baptized in a church building that had been attended by generations of my family. It was razed in the 1950s and replaced with a new one.
*I attended a Catholic grade school that is now closed for all seasons.
*I shopped in a downtown that now is mostly gone, a large part of it having been replaced by county buildings and parking lots.*
*I graduated from a classic high school building that was demolished, and a new high school was built on the other side of town.
*My graduation was held in an attractive old theater that was taken down to make way for a drug store.
*I spent many a childhood Saturday morning in a reading room of a heritage building that was our public library. It too has disappeared from the scene, in favor of a newer building...
Monday, July 22, 2019
..I love to garden but must admit, sometimes Mother Nature is the better gardener.
This wild garden above my creek is an example.
Not heat nor drought nor too much rain deters her from her unappointed task!
She just goes ahead & does it!