Monthly Archives: May 2014

THE FIRST SKY

The first sky I see in the early morning after I open our front door is in the east.   Sometimes I see Jupiter — at least I think it’s Jupiter.   What if I’m wrong and it’s Saturn — … Continue reading

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THERE IS A YOUNG LADY

There is a young lady three inches tall poised on our windowsill dressed in a pleated skirt and a seductive top.   She dances whenever the sun is out — wiggling as she does the hula-hula.   Clever design and … Continue reading

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SOME TASKS ARE FUTILE

When the schrike tried to fly through our window I saw it drop upon the grass below dazed but not  defeated. So soon it tried again to penetrate the glass only to be foiled — and then again.   While … Continue reading

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TEMPTED

When the sun touches the horizon my eyes are on it most days.   I note: it’s a tad more to the north as it brings forth its setting — at least that’s how it is this time of year. … Continue reading

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MEMORIAL DAY

I can remember the Civil War Veterans riding in open cars — too old to walk in the parade — over 90.   Walking were some Vets from the War to End All Wars — later changed to World War I.   … Continue reading

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CREATURE COLORS

The black ducks that I often pass have blotches of white on their wings and red faces and bills and white chests.   Colorful creatures abound in our world — although man is not so adorned.   I wonder how … Continue reading

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BECOMING AS ONE WHO HEARS

About five years ago a highly trained physician guided a procedure within the confines of my skull that wrapped  a thin wire around my cochlear and  then connected it to a thin piece of metal laid just beneath some skin … Continue reading

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REALLY?

The sun doesn’t REALLY rise nor does it REALLY set. The moon doesn’t REALLY  change its shape as the days of a month go by.   So how many other things aren’t  as they seem that we’ve been taught to … Continue reading

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BENCHES

I pass many benches most days in my wanderings and pay them little heed.   Today I noticed them and they appeared as friends welcoming whoever comes along and suggesting a cessation — perhaps with another encouraging conversation — or … Continue reading

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AN ENCOUNTER

When the early morning is still and there is mist upon the water beneath the bridge I daily amble over I often feel invisible spider webs clinging to my swinging arms.   I surely break them as I hasten to … Continue reading

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