Archive for September, 2010

Autumnal Greetings

Hello Gentle Readers,

I had a new post for a new Season typed and ready to go with brilliant words and astounding insight.  Then I clicked on publish and the computer laughed at me and dispersed my brilliance to the digital nether world.  Obviously God didn’t think I was so startlingly witty and wise.

So once again I greet you with “Happy Fall Gentle Reader”.  This Fall season will prove to be very dry this year.  Past Seasons have been spent listening to rain pitter pattering over yellow and orange leafs as puddles form on grey sidewalks.  This Fall will have sparse warm winds gently rustling through dried brown leafs on the ground.  For some reason the trees look grey and black in my mind’s eye. The Winter is a toss-up of unknowns but I think that frost will come from sheer, dry,  cold and any Winter blankets will be ice in December.

Our neighbor broke out his chain saw and managed to get one fourth of one tree cut up.  So if there is any severe cold snap we will be set assuming the rest of the fallen trees get cut.  My Darling went to help and taking into acount the massive amount of bug bites and sore muscles that he had, our neighbor may take his sweet time finnishing as he is pleasntly daddy-like in his physique.

My rock hound friends in MAGMA should be digging in Marion, Kentucky for Fluorite this weekend and I wish them all great success and the motherload of crystals for my dearest friends.  The host for part of this trip is the Ben E Clement Museum.  If anyone is ever on that side of the Appalachians and wants to see an increadible display of native stones go to this Museum and enjoy some time with the knowledgeable and devoted staff.

I hope everyone enjoyed the Harvest Moon or Dying Grass Moon last night.  The darkness was so soft and subtle with a clear and crisp star light flooding the ground.  One can nearly hear the trees bending and shifting in the warm fall night as they begin to reach into the soil with their roots.  Listen carefully for the bark moving across the branches and for a sighing song in the air as the shadows lengthen against the light.

There is so much to do in the Fall:  Bake sales sprout up beside church barbecues with rummage sales appearing on the weekends.  Apple festivals and fairs celebrating local produce are arriving and huanted everything  comes around the corner.  There is mulching with garden care to do and a house to clean.  Soups and stews go on the burner and bread recipes are rolled out to begin rising in warm corners of the kitchen.

My hat is off to parents right now.  There is an infant in the house and I am woefully sleep deprived at this point.  Make no mistake, Baby Girl is as cute as a button and smart and all toddley but I am not used to babies.  Wanting one with all my heart did not prepare me for having to help care for one.  Babie’s Mother is actually very good and here for a great new job oportunity so my resposibility is rather light but I stand in my living room in a daze wondering why there is a fine grit of cheerios across the floor. The dog is the only one who is having no problems adjusting.  After she realized that the human-puppy was staying the Fluffy Princess now parks herself beside the high chair and helps herself to the above mentioned cheerios as they rain down like crunchy mana from heaven.

I am slowly recovering from a very bad bought with Fibromyalgia and hope to be more active in collecting rocks and having my adventures along the friendly byways of books and sewing.  I hope to be more allert for alusive Web Sites of the Wondrous and regail you with discovered nuances of the weather.

Untill the next leaf falls to the ground,

Be Well

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Greetings Readers, Celebration is in the air like far away music drifting through a hot southern night carried on the edge of an air conditioning unit. The magic workers came three days ago and installed a brand new unit in the house. Our old heat pump was too small for the size of the house and suddenly it is unnerving to hear something like a small jet roar whenever the AC kicks on. While it is amazing to have a house at 78 degrees instead of 88, the bug parts and strange dirt pieces kicked up out of the vents is rather unwholesome. I sound rather ungrateful I fear, no I truly am thankful that we have cooling in the house and come winter the warm air will do more than seep from the air registers.

I was looking on line today for information about my local county book sale. It is almost impossible to easily find county or city book sales on line; between counties and cities and the friends of the counties and cities there is a morass of links and Google searches. I am positively addicted to books and the wonders of the hunt. If we were back in the stone ages I would be the gatherer wandering of exploring cliff faces or strange ocean caves to bring back rare clay pigments and bizarre stones. I love the hunt and finding of what I think are treasures from forgotten piles and unwanted boxes. When it is a book I get even more excited. At my favorite thrift store I found this cook book that is also a small mystic feel-good story called The Secrets of Pistoulet. At a county book sale I found a first edition copy of The Silmarillion and a first edition of Trader Vic’s Pacific Island Cookbook. Yes, three very different books but all equally nifty. Even if a book is not a first edition it can be an unusual treasure. To help me in my quest for cheap and different literary experiences I found http://www.booksalefinder.com I want to share this because it seriously cuts down on a lot of the Google morass in finding library book sales.

Hurricane Earl is spinning his way to the coast of NC and with any luck the cool weather will be pulled in behind him. So far NOAA is calling for a glancing kiss off of the coast and that is all. Sure I would love to have a great storm and the subsequent shell and bone washed up on shore but the destruction to homes and roads is something else all together. I will be content with the deep ocean being stirred up and deposited on the sand. It is embarrassing but so far my predictions for hurricanes has been pretty flat. I saw several storms
and we have had those storms with severe down drafts and rocking thunder but they have not come from hurricanes. My dearest Beloved tells me to be patient because hurricane season is not over. So I will have to be patient.

For now I wish you a good Night or Morning as it may be,
Be Well

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