I need to look up the details of how a tree’s life support system functions. I guess I’m more artist than scientist, but I do marvel at the mechanisms by which all living things sustain themselves – with the help of a universal energy source.
This was a wondrous day, considering it’s November. Getting chilly now, as the sun is setting.
But the daytime temp hovered around seventy. Not a breeze stirring. The tree branches, most lacking leaves, are starkly clear against the soft pink and lavender shade of the eastern sky.
Yes, I do mean eastern. Tonight the sky above the setting sun is nearly white. Not sure how that happened. Maybe it’s the time of year. It’s so often cloudy in November, and we so seldom focus on mid-autumn sunsets. They come so quickly now.
I try not to dread the shortening hours of daylight, but can’t help it. The chance of snowflakes, too, is troubling. But there is hope on the horizon for our human interactions. The election drama is over (we hope). Perhaps this day will usher in a time when we’ll come together to conquer the pandemic and all the unfairness suffered by so many.
This unseasonably fair and windless November day could be a hopeful portent for a more peaceful future.
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When I pulled into the post office parking lot, one Friday morning this past spring, this cool truck was right behind me. The care that went into its customization was evident, though some may call it a rust bucket.
I love the individuality expressed by its owner, who was quiet polite, holding the door for me in a debonair manner, his appearance resembling the truck.
This nation has placed its destiny in the hands and heads and hearts of its millions of free men and women; and its faith in freedom under the guidance of God. Freedom means the supremacy of human rights everywhere. Our support goes to those who struggle to gain those rights or keep them. Our strength is our unity of purpose.
– FDR’s State of the Union address, January 6, 1941
From the book Crash -The Great Depression and the Fall and Rise of America
If all mankind minus one, were of one opinion, and only one person were of the contrary opinion, mankind would be no more justified in silencing that one person, than he, if he had the power, would be justified in silencing mankind.
– John Stuart Mill, philosopher
I’ve always been fascinated with good witches, like Samantha Stevens on Bewitched, and I love black cats. But I must admit, I’m not really in favor of frightening grins on pumpkins, skeltons, ghouls and goblins.
There is enough fear in the world already, especially this year.
Loved this grinning pumpkin image on an item I spotted in a thrift shop.
The perfect plot, I call this one. A young adult thriller The Perfect Candidate is satisfying to mature readers also.
A recent high school grad, son of a small time landscape designer named Cameron Carter, travels to Washington from California and spends the summer as an intern for a US Rep.
In addition to opening mail and preparing reports, he is selected by a mysterious FBI agent to investigate the rep for whom he works. His queries lead him to discover how Washington changes the character of those who become office holders, and their staff members as well.
He is joined in the investigation by his unlikely girlfriend, daughter of the Mexican Embassador, a fascinating young woman of many talents.
Surprises await Cameron and author Peter Stone’s readers when Cameron returns to California at the story’s conclusion. That’s all I’m saying . . . read for yourself.
Better to show up than to give up.
Though your favorite candidate, whoever that might be, from whatever party, may have dropped out, don’t forget to vote! It’s the easiest chance each of us has, as a citizen, to change things.
Need a good read? Here’s a cozy about a small farm in Texas featuring everything from twisters to teenagers demonstrating for fair treatment for farm creatures.
Some say I have a strange imagination – but the way these trailing plants have arranged their blossoms along a multi-stranded electric fence reminds me of notes on a music scale.