Friday, July 15, 2011

beautiful lives

I went out just before dusk and snapped a few picture of the hibiscus. They are blooming everywhere. I could never get them growing this well in FL. I think they are a tropical or subtropic bush. But here it seems everything grows. It grows big. The farmer and his wife must have planted the hibiscus when they lived here. The bushes are huge, and this year, right now their blooms are plentiful. I am going to start taking care of them better.

With late day bees buzzing I took a few pictures.






I weeded my carrots and noticed I have a little bunny that must come snack at night. So I took a picture of a carrot, in the event that I may not have another chance.


After the photo, I ate that tasty root, dirt and all. It was sweet and crunchy with a little grit. I wandered over to the stone garage, where I have some volunteer pumpkins. Right in the spot where I tossed the soft jack-o-lantern last year. I love volunteers. These vines are way ahead of the ones I planted.


volunteer pumpkin

Big Pumpkin, said the witch! My favorite Halloween book. I had the accompanying tape long ago and sang it to my kids and nieces. :-)

"First they pulled hard and then they pulled harder, but the pumpkin just sat... DRAT! said the Witch."

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Boompa

If you are the praying type, send a little light in the direction of Rusty's grandfather and his family.

After two strokes and two years, his kidneys have failed and he will be transitioning soon. I stayed home to take care of everything. Rusty is there with him, and with Granny, to give her support. I sent a smooth, round, dark gray river stone with Rusty. I had just unearthed it today, before I got the news. I held it in my hands, it was cool and it immediately brought me to the river...

It probably originated from The Great Smoky Mountain National Park. I have always brought home a stone or rock from places I have visited. For me, they bring back the energy on that place, and how I felt there. It is a sacred place.

To me, rivers are the most amazing bodies of water that exist. They come from a source, a single drop of water or smaller, where they are born. Rivers have a destination, a place to flow and go. They pass by the mountains and fields, and some polluted places too. Rivers have carved out their path here on earth. Sometimes the river bed is low, and sometimes it floods it's banks. Rivers always carry a life force that never ends... it just flows into the great sea, waiting to be born again..

So representative of our human journeys.

Boompa is a deeply religious man. Quiet, wise and kind. A salt of the earth kind of guy. I know Jesus will be there for him. Like an old friend waiting for his believer, a shining example of god's handiwork.

I hope he can feel the river in the rock I sent, as he makes his final journey to the Great Sea.

See you later Boompa.


~crow