And now, we return to the long-neglected telling of our trip to Hawaii more than a year ago… The fair and industrious Trudy began studying the guide before we stepped onto the pahoehoe. We weren’t sure how far we wanted to go, since there was so much to do that day, but we ran into […]
Monthly Archives: July 2013
Camping in the Spring
I have a lot of things to catch up on, a lot of thoughts scribbled on paper that I ought to convert into bits. This is one of them: some scribbled notes from a late March camping trip to Huntsville State Park… 1. The Night Before It rained a little last night. It was barely […]
Perplexion
Well that’s a bid Mockingbird, I wondered to myself. I was going to the compost pile with some grapes whose time had passed, and on my way there I spotted the grey pile of feathers under a wire fence that had fallen over. I leaned over and picked up the fence, prepared to move the carcass […]
Long Weekend’s End
1. Perhaps it wasn’t the best time of day to be digging in the dirt. But there were other things to do earlier in the day, and so I showed up at 2:30 with the 100+ degree sun beating down on the little patch of ground where some digging needed doing. It was indeed a little […]
What My Brother Sends Me
Sometimes he comes here. And then sometimes he just sends me things. This is something he sent a while ago with a little not-so artistic license along the way.
The Frogs of Onion Creek
The frogs are croaking along Onion Creek. I know this, because we were there yesterday. We walked through the woods in the shade with the dogs sniffing at the trees and bushes and pokey things along the path. And we came to a trail that we hadn’t taken before that went back and forth and […]
Seeing Stars
On that morning, I was lying on the couch, having just stoked the wood stove in hopes of warming up the place a bit. I was probably dehydrated. (I am terrible at that.) And I had not eaten since dinner the evening before. Finally, I suspect that I was having a hot flash just as […]
The Yellow Tennis Ball
1. There were five of them: three boys around 7 years old and a younger boy and girl. Their parents were on the other side of the playground. The kids were playing with a yellow tennis ball. The oldest of the three boys told the other two where to stand. “Here,” he said to one, […]