Another One of "those" Shots
Oh fair enough are sky and plain by A. E. Housman
Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
But I know fairer far:
Those are as beautiful again
That in the water are;
The pools and rivers wash so clean
The trees and clouds and air,
The like on earth was never seen,
And oh that I were there.
These are the thoughts I often think
As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
To strip and dive and drown;
But in the golden-sanded brooks
And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
And wishes he were I.
I have photographed this stretch of river in every season and almost every month. And each time I take a photo, it is new again. I never tire of it. The river is very high now, the water over the flat banks we normally sit on while dangling our toes in the water for the tiny fish to nibble on. I had to tip toe around the water, holding on to the high banks so that I wouldn’t trip into the cold wet. Before long, the water will recede, the trees will be in full leaf and my children will be sitting on the flat part of the river bank with fishing poles while I dangle my toes once more. And I will think about my father.
We're All in This Together
They are the throngs
Of the poet’s songs,
Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs,
The sound of winged words.
This is the cry
Of souls, that high
On toiling, beating pinions, fly,
Seeking a warmer clime.
From their distant flight
Through realms of light
It falls into our world of night,
With the murmuring sound of rhyme.
From Birds of Passage by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Day 78 was a fairly rough day. It started out well enough and went into a valley at right around noon when the popcorn machine that we borrowed from my mother died at the library. Then it proceeded to dip further when Bob called and told me that his transmission, yes, the transmission that had us all twisted for 5 months, decided to take a poop as well. I was “in. a. mood.” for the rest of my work day and ended up leaving at 4:oo pm to go to find out what I could about Bob’s car. A new transmission is being ordered and should be here this coming week and Bob will be driving a loaner. The popcorn machine is on hiatus until I buy Mom a new one (grrrrrrrr!)
But there is always the upside hill to every valley. When I got home, Bob, Michael and I all went to dinner and Fiesta Mexicana for the first time and I had the most fabulous BLUE margarita ever! I do not as a rule drink, but decided to indulge in one drink tonight. WOW! It sure packed a punch! We ended up heading to the bowling alley and I actually bowled 3 games- all under 100 because I am such a power bowler. I never ended up getting a photo tonight so I am posting one of my favorites from Wednesday night – my favorite bend in the river. Such peace for my soul…. Just looking at this photo is balm for my battered spirits.
Day 68 – Have I said how much I love summery warm weather? I do! Bob put in two shrubs, some hostas, purple sage and oodles of pretty yellow flowers today because he is so wonderful, so awesome and he loves me so! Thanks, Meghan, for the pretties!
Today’s photo is ‘air.’
Eric's request for "air."