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“Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.” From “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” -T. S. Eliot Taking Time to Smell the Roses I enjoy finding places where it seems that “time” stands still. Of course, I am keenly aware that we are constantly moving forward to our final… Read More
“So, I’m packing my bags for the Misty MountainsWhere the spirits go nowOver the hills where the spirits fly…” -Robert Plant K2 and I both love the mountains. There is something about being in places that rose into existence from the depths of the Earth long before my birth, surrounded by trees that were standing when my Great Grandfather was still walking this land, wading up streams to waterfalls that were born… Read More
“You may delay, but time will not.” -Benjamin Franklin The Lay of the Land My grandfather’s farm was a sacred place to me. The long gravel driveway stretched up the hill to the old white farmhouse, surrounded by a white picket fence in the front yard, and acres to roam in the back. It was a dairy farm off of Kedron Road in Spring Hill, Tn. It was one of many in… Read More
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.” – Robert Frost The Sound of Silence Silence. As I would sit in my grandparents’ house atop the hill on Kedron Road in what was Spring Hill (oh, it is still Spring Hill, but it has little or no resemblance to the town that I knew as a kid). I would sit… Read More
There is a slight breeze on my face this morning. It swirls a bit and gently pushes the leaves that are falling from the nearby trees, first left then right, but mostly I gather that it comes from the south. It is not Autumn yet here, but it is mid-September. Unlike recent years, this summer has yielded its oppressive humidity at least for now and the weather is pleasant. The temperature this… Read More
“Time passes as fast as a hummingbird flutters.” – Anonymous It has been some time since I did a “Birds of the Backyard” post. And while I have been working on other writing projects, I was reminded recently by some of my readers (K2 included), that they would like to read some more from that little corner of the blog. So, after a brief hiatus, call it a migratory transition in search… Read More
“They say you can’t make a living on farming… but doing anything else isn’t really living at all.” – Herman Melville An August Afternoon It is one of those sweltering, hot summer afternoons that frequent a Tennessee August. The air is still. Nothing is moving but the black flies, sweat bees, and mosquitoes that seem to relish the heat and are drawn by your perspiration and your inactivity in the stifling heat… Read More
“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” ― Confucious When K2 and I discussed starting a blog, primarily for me to express myself through writing as I have been doing most of my life, we also discussed what my vision for this site would look like to the outside world. Outside of some of my poetry, which I am in the process of trying to publish, hence I cannot post some… Read More
“I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful an endless prospect of magic and wonder.” –Ansel Adams Finding the Words Sometimes, when I sit to write, I can not find the words. How to begin, how to describe what I see or what I feel, how to transfer to paper or screen what it is that moves me to write in the first place, it is a struggle on some days. As I… Read More
“Twilight – a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.” –Howard Thurman Between Daylight and Darkness My favorite time of day is the period of steady decline between daylight and darkness. At this time, I like to sit and look westward as the sun slowly inches its way below the horizon. I… Read More
Wandering Poet Adventures 