So quiet, so clear. Such a lovely start to the day !
Puttering [ something old folks did back when I was a kid ] about in the back yard on a chilly spring day with the fire pit blazing and music playing while preparing my tomato plot for planting, I realize how lucky I am to be able to spend my time this way!
The days stay longer and warmer now
And even though winters nights still retain the chill
Springtime looms, flowers bloom, and as the grass begins to grow
The season ignites my soul ; I feel the annual thrill
As the resonating outdoors calls to me so very strongly
And the wildlife and greenery for which I have yearned all winter long
Sets the stage and makes the entrance onto my favorite stage of life !
The Super Bowl ! An opportunity for folks to gather together, party, mingle, act out, choose sides and argue with one another ! A mirror of American society ! ; )
so my truck broke down
then my boat broke down
not much to most , i see
I make my money with both of these
so I fixed the truck
Fixed the boat
but the lake has flooded
and come way up
and now it is headed way back down
the truck broke down
so I fixed the truck
But again the boat broke down
and I am out of luck
what am I to do
jump into the middle
of self pity stew
and choke myself
in a righteous brew
but it seems that option
is not mine
like trying to drown
in a sea of lifelines
Thank God For giving me the ability to have and acknowledge friends !
I have carried with me for the past few days a feeling that I was forgetting something. I have been checking my pockets, Searching through my pickup, Looking in my drawers, [ My dresser drawers ! ], etc. Today I realized that one year ago I dreamed up a name, filed a password and wrote my very first blog.
One year in the life of a man is a very short time so making a big deal of such a minor event seems to me a bit pretentious. So why is it that as I write these words, right now , my eyes well with tears and all the memories of the blogs, and the feedback and the sharing, overwhelm my senses ?
Could it be that the folks who have read me, communicated with me, disagreed with me and smiled with me are really REAL people ?
Thank you all from the depths of my very soul for inviting me and my ideas into your den. I refer to the blog as my den for here I am free to acknowledge my every whim, to vent my every frustration, to match hearts with some of the most giving REAL souls I have ever had the pleasure to meet.
Fellow READERS, and I say this because anyone who writes must therefore read, Thank you all for sharing your feelings, thoughts , fears and celebrations with me ! I am a better person for having met you all .
BTW I do not intend to go anywhere that I cannot climb into the ‘net, so You will all have to put up with me for the forseeable future. [or not] Damned philosophy!
Bittersweet season approaches the Ozarks, that is , bittersweet emotionally for me. The leaves have turned and mostly dropped from the deciduous trees , leaving only the green of the eastern cedars , and the few pines and other evergreens native to our forest. While the landscape is decidedly a bit forlorn though, the forest creatures pop into view , [ especially into the roads ] creating the late autumn – early winter mosaic of what many of us hillbillys call “the road kill cafe”.
“Look there,” calls little Billy from the back seat as Daddy swerves to miss the carcass of a big buck whitetail lying halfway in the road. ” Man, I bet he had at least a ten point rack ! Look out for the broken glass, Daddy ! Do you think that car had to be towed from the ditch? ,” he remarked excitedly upon the sight of the skid marks crossing the lane of pavement and ending in the dirt shoulder of the road. And so the afternoon ride through the woods proceeds, with the children [ and adults , too ] remarking upon the various fauna of the forest lying at various points in the road having met their match on the highway and thusly left in ignoble, frozen, various poses for the wandering eye to see .
Along the twisting, curving way drivers might see squirrels flattened or armadilloes rolled and lying with their four feet pointing up to the heavens. And some of them, the armadilloes, will have a carefully placed beer can or bottle placed between their front paws, making it seem that they had drunk themselves into a stupor ! Skunks abound, and careful manuvering should be taken in avoiding these little stinkbombs of the journey, lest in death they accomplish what they were feared for in life and leave an unpleasant reminder of this journey in ones automobile for awhile ! ” Dad ! ” yells little Susie from across the car. ” You hit him on purpose ! Whew ! ” she screams while Billy laughs and chokes from his end of the seat.
After some miles and waning smiles, when the setting sun shines through the windshield blinding Daddys’eyes and causing him to swerve into the opposite lane of traffic and swear, the end of the roadtrip draws near, and the recollections of the buzzards lunching, and the coyotes wolfing the remains of the roadkill cafe , [sometimes becoming dinner themselves ! ] begin to fade with the grins of the sleepy children , Daddy pulls in to the end of the driveway and says to Mommy, “What’s for supper , dear ? “
The filtered sunshine dropped around like raindrops falling to the ground while the leafy canopy high above, waved hellos to those far down below and breeze blown willowy boughs shifted the buds toward and fro, breaking the light into glowing dots that seemed to rain onto the forest floor.
I searched all through that wonderful day, wandering past leviathans of stalwart oaks, wading bubbling streams so aching feet could soak and not hinder my passing while looking for, I knew not what; though I understood recognition would come to me when perchance the object sought would reveal itself.
Evening fell like a velvety curtain over the transforming sky while the crescent moon and glittering stars took their place against the background of deep dark space and made my shivering soul feel a little bit less alone. Plodding along and taking the trek slow, reserving my energy cause my destination clearly still was not known.
Just before dawn-break , after clambering down a rock strewn fall , by the gathering pool of clear, chilly streams a magnificent, paint horse idled by on the gravel edge, looking more out of place than even I felt. The muted snort and muffled whinny as I softly approached told me that the equine majesty did not mind my stopping or company.
After drinking full of champagne from the mountain lake, with giddy feet and light headed gait my wandering led me away from the hills till the forest I left behind. The coarse, green grass spread before me then and time stretched her arms so that I could not recall when the mounted patrol crossed over a hill and shouting stampeded straight into my path and the thought suddenly occurred to me that my lengthy journey would soon be past..
So running now, desperation eating my mind, and the sedges pulling at my legs while I tried to race away from my persuers, the time seemingly slowed for me but not them, and near I was to passing cold out when I heard from behind a victorious shout and I fell to the ground and looked around, expecting my doom. I saw the horsemen roping the steed of the stream. Unbeknownst to me a follower he was and the riders retrieved their property.
Foolishness flushed my hot, reddened face, so to escape the feeling I began to race, nay fly,across the verdant prairie, seeking now nothing but space and wind in my hair and a feyness lingered in the crisp morning air. Then the well opened beneath my shoes and forward pace turned into a deep dark place.
Falling took forever it seemed with the time now playing tricks on my sanity, and when by chance I could look up to the rim from which I had fallen, the sun faded from before my very eyes and the moon peered down into the shaft and followed me with a splintering laugh, so I turned away and saw below licking flames crawling the side of the hole, and screaming full throated I was when I woke in my bed;sweating, trembling and hot.
Weakly peering about the room, I quickly assayed my situation was quite normal with my wife and our dog sleeping deeply in the evening gloom. I grabbed up my robe, then poured a stiff drink and stepped out he door so that I could clear my mind and think of how silly it seemed to feel such a dream, and finally smiling I turned back to my house but in the corner of my weary eye; by the pond near the shadows stood a magnificent, paint horse!
September twenty seventh rolled in and immediately staked the claim
of the coolest day the year had seen , at least since the time I was a teen,
The sun arose, so glorious, then faded into clouds,
But midmorning came and turned the clouds around.
Our small family met in the city park for lunch and games
And conversation, and to get to know some new relations.
At home a pleasant day was had trimming the yard in the midst
of favorite football teams racking up some yards. [Americans!?]
Then in the evening after dinner, when the sun slipped down so helter skelter,
We grabbed lawn chairs and slipped to the back lawn, not needing any shelter.
The harvest moon arose and huge it seemed, cause the orbit was closer
Than its usually been. Then the neighbors came out of their houses to watch
The harvest moon at near equinox. The show started slowly so slowly it seemed,
But rapidly gained its momentum till adults and children quieted and gleaned
The essence of now was now indeed, and the sun and the moons alignment
seemed interrupted when the Earth slid between , and cast its great shadow
On the lunar landscape, and nearly put out the lights of the super moons show!
And slowly the umbra crept across the face, of the man in the moon,
Till it had made the case, that the moonglow was gone and the children raced
Indoors to bed, perhaps for school, but the red of the eclipse put them all off their pace,
And their minds would not know till all had talked face to face.
That natures call had brought them to a place where wonders abound
And that reality bore the proclivity to be round.
Cool, Huh !
Searching fer gold really aint all that easy, I done it afore I got the proper devices.
Ya gotta look and pry in all the proper crevices,
And all ya see aint really gold, they got a name for it and its called fools!
With that real gold yeh gotta speculate and dig out there where nobody else aint.
And ya gotta have a lot of special tools, like hammers and picks and dynomite, hoohee!
Now yuh can find some gold if yuh look real sharp, in the city on the corner
or in walmart. If gold there aint your type I reckon, yuh could find a woman goin your direction.
Found me a goodin’ once upon a time and I thought that I’d lost her
on the night before. Then I ‘membered that she’d passed clean out on the bar room floor.
So i hadn’t fergot, Ah jus’ didnt ‘member and she’s plumb tickled to get a ride home anyways!
Now all this tomfool talk ya think has got me away from lookin’ fer gold but yer wrong I say.
When I took ‘er home to her momma and poppa, she gifted me a three ounce golden chain !
I sold it at the pawn shop for a hunerd fifty dolla!