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Showing posts with label Oaks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oaks. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Where the moss grows
The rocks in the woods of North Carolina support the green life which also grows throughout the winter in Connecticut. The same oak leaves cover the ground, though they may be 500 miles apart. Only in NC however, will the Rhododendrons capture the sunlight as well.
Friday, November 21, 2014
Contrasts
Comment by the author: Yesterday I read a blog (FOLKWAYS NOTEBOOK) which showed the tent city for homeless in her local town. Thanks, Barbara. I had to comment about my own experience, thus:
"I like it that you shared this story, and the photos (would have liked to see the fence in color however). And I agree with your opinions. There's a big gap between what people say (or do) in church especially about "charity begins at home," and the lives we lead (I'm part of it.)"
Here I'm adding the rest of the story..."Yesterday I had 2 opportunities to maybe help someone else...but didn't take them. A driving example was to let someone into my lane who was waiting. The walker who looked laden down didn't get invited into my car...I haven't the courage to risk doing that. But I counted those 2 opportunities passed as my own loss."
Quote for today:
We're all just walking each other
home.
Ram Dass
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Acorns
A huge crop this year. The old-timers say this means it will be a hard winter.
At least the bears will have plenty to eat and won't have to come to town, or even climb trees.
It was like walking when you come ashore after being on a boat. The ground kind of rolled beneath your feet as you got used to the ball-bearing feeling of these acorns underfoot.
And of course the maples are beginning to turn as well.
And dogwoods.
At least the bears will have plenty to eat and won't have to come to town, or even climb trees.
It was like walking when you come ashore after being on a boat. The ground kind of rolled beneath your feet as you got used to the ball-bearing feeling of these acorns underfoot.
And of course the maples are beginning to turn as well.
And dogwoods.
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