Thursday, June 21, 2018

plowing~~~guest blogger


Gentlereader, now that the garden is tilled  and for a time, at least, the big jobs are done.   This piece on Clifton Clowers came to mind,  thinking of the many hours he spent plowing and cultivating, both of which lend themselves to random contemplation.  I say random, because tools are sometimes sharp and potentially dangerous in many ways so  best to keep at least part of one attention on the job at hand.





Jim Burns
Here is one of the "greatest generation" people who made this country great. This is a picture of Clifton Clowers plowing his field at the age of 100. Clowers... was the subject of a Merle Kilgore hit song called "Wolverton Mountain." Mr. Clowers lived to be 102 (1891 - 1994) where he actually lived and farmed that land on Wolverton Mountain. A solid American who was just who he was, although he rubbed shoulders with a lot of famous people after the song was written about him.
That's the kind of man I want to be! Just be me, warts and all, a responsible human being plowing my own field. These were the men who made America great, we need a lot more of them today. Hey, plow your own field. That's what Clifton Clowers did.





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And in all fairness.......

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Haiku~~~lighteningbug's song





No moon and no stars
lightening bugs flicker past
watch the sparks of love's song 

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Father's Day~~~a haiku







Honoring the magic of father Oak. Honoring fathers of many kinds who nurture and beneficially contribute to the greater Circle of Nature of which we are part ~~~Selena Fox


close to the land, wise
the world changed and you changed it
more than you could know

Thursday, June 7, 2018

land being born a quick ramble



    
One doesn't have to watch much TV news to see something about volcanoes,  and with my long time curiosity about them, I am enthralled.

I am also aware of the destructive force as well as the beauty that volcanic activity is capable of. 

My grandmother used to relate stories that when she was  a teen there was an volcanic eruption near her village.  At first everyone thought it was fireworks, so they  climbed a nearby hill to get a better view of such a rare and wonderful sight.  When they saw the explosions in their little town, they feared it was an invasion, tanks and artillery shelling,  and thus were saved from the lava that was really the invader. 

plowing~~~guest blogger

Gentlereader, now that the garden is tilled  and for a time, at least, the big jobs are done.   This piece on Clifton Clowers came to mind,...