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@mogwhy Thank you, Moggy. Your words are so encouraging to read.
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Chapter 21 Cold Molasses
Parker Owens commented on Headstall's story chapter in Chapter 21 Cold Molasses
Gary, what strikes me so about this particular contemplation is how you can see the foundations of your surroundings - the skeletal nature of nature. It is so revealing to be able to see how hidden geography relates to what you can usually see. And of course, your final couplet is inspired. I am very glad we both could walk under the November sky and describe the world. Beautifully done. -
Happy Birthday, Adi!
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Thank you, jp. You are so kind and thoughtful to comment. Today was a perfect late fall day - just the cool, clear day for observations like these. A day to pause from raking to listen to the world and watch.
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Thank you for reading, and for your comments. 50 degrees here felt unusually warm today. Lots of downies and flickers around, plus flights of geese all headed more or less south. But the trees are all somber and brown-gray, dressed for the snow we’re sure to get. And the squirrels are doing their last minute foraging....
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That squirrel is possibly in a panic trying to remember where it buried its seed or nut. Apparently, gray squirrels are not blessed with very good long term memories. They prepare for winter, but forget where the stored anything...I am glad you liked this.
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First of all, my deeply felt thanks for such wonderful and thoughtful comments. At least in this part of creation, the woods fill with snow every winter, even in mild ones. We have had our first snows - the ones which arrive as sleet and surprise the children, only to melt in a day. But more will come, and in feet, not inches. You are right in that this is as much a commentary on preparation as on what I can see. Thank you for reading these, and for your generous response.
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I thank you for reading this one, and for letting me know it moved your spirit.
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And it looked gorgeous in the sun this afternoon, too. Thank you!
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Thank you, Gary. I am glad this appealed to your attachment to nature, and to the observations you made on your walk. You are right that what we see is magnificent, even in its somber November garments. A fallen tree with huge pileated woodpecker holes can be wonderful to behold...thanks again.
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November The woods that lie behind my home have changed their garb to monochrome in place of green and flaming red, they've turned to brown of dusty tome. Exposed to winter's icy dread is where the squirrel makes his bed, his messy linens all on view, no place discreet to lay his head. Yet he is made of matching hue to naked oak, or ash or yew, so it was hard to find him still, as quick from tree to tree he flew. The leaves are gone with autumn's chi
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Thank you for letting these two characters illuminate our lives.
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It was, and is. Hope yours was the same. Thank you, jp, your comment made me smile and blush.
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Thank you, Mac. Hope you had a good Thanksgiving Day, and that today is lovely, too.
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I am glad to see this. It makes the day brighter.
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Thank you, Gary. I am grateful you are there.
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Love you, my brother. Hugs may help; if I can let light in for you, I’ll hold the curtain...
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I offer now felicity in your remote vicinity: for this and many birthdays more be joy and blessings all in store. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Dear XQ.
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And to you, too. My glass is raised to you even now.
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And to you, too, Dugh. Thank you.
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Thank you, Val. You have been a gift, too.
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I love the quote from Schweitzer. It is perfect, and suits the poem exactly. Thank you, for so many kindnesses.
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A sweet story, telling of the hurts the world inflicts, and the power each of us has to heal.
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Thanksgiving Now gratefully I sing today of blessings, gifts of love bestowed, and friends encountered on the road, as through our lives we made our way. For those who helped to bear my load, who listened with a patient ear, and spoke to very foolish fear, I'm thankful for the smiles they sowed. Of simple wonders far and near, the rising moon and forest green, a flashing wing or runner bean, and stars beyond the atmosphere; for brooks which shout
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I am glad Wednesday made something nice come to mind. That makes me very happy to know. And as a cyclist, I imagined you would understand Stripes directly. Thank you for reading and letting me know your thoughts.
