{"id":3364,"date":"2014-11-30T17:10:55","date_gmt":"2014-11-30T23:10:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=3364"},"modified":"2014-11-30T17:51:56","modified_gmt":"2014-11-30T23:51:56","slug":"monterey-oak","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2014\/11\/30\/monterey-oak\/","title":{"rendered":"Monterey Oak"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><center><img decoding=\"async\" title=\"monterey1.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/monterey1.jpg\" alt=\"Monterey1\" width=\"275\" border=\"0\" \/>\u00a0<img decoding=\"async\" title=\"monterey2.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/monterey2.jpg\" alt=\"Monterey2\" width=\"275\" border=\"0\" \/><\/center><\/p>\n<p>It was a beautiful day.<\/p>\n<p>Although the wind was windy, the sun was warm, and the sky was blue. In the afternoon, the leaves of the Monterey Oak glowed in the slanting rays of the lowering sun.<\/p>\n<p>An amateur brush such as this can\u2019t hope to render the tree as it stands outside the window. But than it can paint out the street and the garbage cans along the curb. And it can paint a two-fer \u2026 um \u2026 of sorts.<\/p>\n<p>I am thankful this weekend for the fair and industrious Trudy. And for my mother who travelled great distances to visit. And I am thankful for a son who is \u2026 well \u2026 somewhere not sure where, but who did visit for a few hours on Thanksgiving Day. (I envy his ability to stay incommunicado for such long periods of time, I really do. \u2026 No, what am I saying \u2026 I don&#8217;t.) And I am thankful for my father far to the north who undoubtedly has the same complaints about his son as I do about mine.<\/p>\n<p>Ok, and so that\u2019s karma. No sooner do I write that whine and the prodigal son calls. \u201cAre you up for a visit?\u201d he asks in a chipper voice. So he\u2019s on the way. And I am so busted, because now it\u2019s only my father who has grounds for whining.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 It was a beautiful day. Although the wind was windy, the sun was warm, and the sky was blue. In the afternoon, the leaves of the Monterey Oak glowed in the slanting rays of the lowering sun. An amateur brush such as this can\u2019t hope to render the tree as it stands outside the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[99,10],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3364"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3364"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3364\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3369,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3364\/revisions\/3369"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3364"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3364"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3364"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}