Notice, please, this change into the next grace. It kisses those who do. From new moon’s dry cool fire, soft air reaches across fields of weeds, touching skin, calling awake what dreams were dreamed when climate was less perfect. Notice, and respond. This is your time to live.
Removal of the Lightning Tree
For three days last week, the good guys of Steve’s Tree Service methodically cut away and cut down the old white oak in my back yard. Faulkner was temporarily relocated to another yard during the action. There are a few photos here, but many more are located on my Flickr site.
Truck Milestone
In September of 1999, I purchased a 2000 Nissan Frontier, and since then it has been a reliable companion on many roadtrip adventures. Whether the journey was for fun (Boston, Oklahoma, Outer Banks, etc.), family (Arkansas, Atlanta, Maine), or business (Houston, Cleveland, and countless hospital visits all over the Carolinas), I got there and back and felt solid doing it.
This past Saturday, the odometer changed from 199,999 to 200,000, and I stopped for a few photographs.
(This milestone would have been reached sooner, but my other truck has accumulated nearly 40,000 miles over the past 27 months, as well. It’s a Nissan, too.)
Pages from the Catalog of a Wispy Mind
And grasses, without paychecks, sprays of seeds thrust above,
say the purer claim of thanks than paragraphs of published love.
Will You Walk With Me for Just a Bit into the Field out Back?
For some reason, I thought of Isaiah 40. Abundantly, we are surrounded by the power of beauty, the laughter of our chaotically brilliant and loving God. Did you not know?
Mushrooms at Forty-Acre Rock
It was a hot afternoon for a five-mile hike, but shady spots down in the woods had beauty to reveal. Debra and I found our way over the rock, past the caves, down the creek, around the pond, through the canebrake, and back up the ridge to the rock again. Every place we looked was overflowing with life. There were spider webs, some ripe muscadines, baby toads, red blackgum leaves, and Barred Owls calling like a jungle full of monkeys. There was a gulf fritillary lingering at our feet and a Yellow-billed Cuckoo that posed between feedings. And plenty more. Most of these photos are Debra’s.
If you’re ever in the area, this is a good place to take your time. Let me know if you need directions or a guide.
