Archive for September, 2009
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My Town Monday: A Bit of This and That
It has been quite a while since I have shared the MTM experience. Life has presented our family with multiple challenges including 3 deaths and the hospitalization of a child. I have learned a lot about community, and have had my feeling that we all live in the same town reinforced over and over.
Fall has come to My Town, the Village of Peninsula, population 601. The leaves are beginning to change as daylight hours grow shorter. The Village is nestled in the beautiful Cuyahoga Valley, home of the Cuyahoga Valley National Park. The Valley is an amazing and diverse place with so much to see and do. Here are some photos I took during a summer hike on the Tree Farm Trail. Take a look, and if you are in our neck of the woods, stop and visit. Feel free to leave me a comment, or a stone (o) to let me know you’ve stopped by.
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COMING SOON: Cups of Kindness
September Musings
Over at third-story window, ds eloquently writes about September:
“September is an odd month. No longer summer, not truly fall, it is both a beginning and an end. Like March, or even April, it is transitional, but with the wry knowledge of experience replacing the hope of future desire. This is a thirty-day period of contradiction and irony. In some ways, that makes September the most interesting month of all. The trees are beginning to turn, yet summer’s flowers bloom. The days are warm with slowing down; the nights are cool with lengthening. The sun is tilting his head away. September is the first reminder that the calendar year is maturing.”
The sky, punctuated by a few soft clouds, is that infinite shade of azure that is so familiar to those in NE Ohio, . Geese honk their way south; the chickens are beginning to molt, giving us more compost than eggs. Purple asters sway next to goldenrod, and the leaves have begun their descent to the ground.
As I harvest tomatoes, chard, kale, beets and the last straggling beans from the garden, I also notice flowers that have gone to seed juxtaposed against new blooms. Beginnings and endings. To everything there is a season.
Is There a Light…?
Eight Years Hence
We will always remember where we were on the 11th day of the 9th month in the year 2001. I was driving my daughters to riding lessons. We were listening to the radio, confused. I phoned my husband and was able to talk for just a minute before the connection was lost. And that is how we felt: lost.
We tried to pump gas, and searched for a gas station that was open since computers were down. We looked for a place to buy some things we needed, and stores were closed. People were constantly telling each other to stay safe.
In today’s Wall Street Journal, Peggy Noonan eloquently wrote about the children of 9/11. My children remember the day, and their fears. I remember the skies being silent, since no planes were flying. When airplanes were again permitted to fly, my children were afraid of the sound and what it might mean.
It has been 8 years, and my children are 18 and 21, young adults. Their lives and ours, and our world has never been the same. What do you and your children remember about those days?
Name that Critter: I Think I Did!
Last week I posted a fuzzy photo of a critter we saw at our family’s tree farm. I think I may have identified it as a red footed cannibal fly. Here is a link.
Tell me what you think.
Wordless Wednesday
1000 Awesome Things
I was reading Mrs. Chili’s blog this morning. She has had a rough summer, too, and is, as my nephew says, now a member of the club we hate to join, and can never leave. So when she linked to 1000 Awesome Things, I reckoned I’d jump on board, too.
Here is a start:
Strange Critter…
Last Sunday we went down to some family property a couple of hours south of here. It was a wonderful day, just #2 daughter, my lovely husband of many years, and me. We tromped through brambles and poison ivy, hiked up and down hills and old roads, ate what we wanted when we wanted, and just plan relaxed.
Several times someone suggested that we should really head home. “Why?” another one of us would respond. No one presented a good reason, so we stayed and stayed until the sun started to creep down to the horizon.
I’ll post more photos as I have time to edit them. I apologize for the quality of this one, but since none of us have any idea what this critter is, I thought I’d ask the cyber-community. Any ideas?
Changeable Skies: A Wordless Wednesday Post
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