At Winter Wood

August 30, 2016

Going to Winter Wood is for me a most special blessing. Today …


the weeding was easy, what with recent rains …


the flower beds continue to attract butterflies …


here Carl is picking late summer red raspberries …


although the skies began to threaten, I went to the woods …

DSC_0054.jpgfound large rocks along Lye Creek with unusual erosion patterns …


and a natural composition, all blocked out for the camera …

DSC_0087.jpg back at the property, the skies were offering a full performance …


that continued over our homeward drive and into another big August thunderstorm.


August 28, 2016

Several images moving on and off the screen these days.


No, it wasn’t an  apple that tempted Eve. It was a peach.


… where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt …


a man, a boat, a line, a fish


Indy’s minecraft


a man in prayer

Stormy skies

August 24, 2016

This has been a week to look up.  Here is a photo taken this past Friday in Randolph County.


On that same trip, we saw this sky near Indianapolis.


This afternoon has been stormy in Indianapolis. Supposedly a tornado touched down just north of us. On the front steps I could see the large circular rotation of the clouds.


A report of 2 plus inches of rain will not surprise me. And it came in a short time.


Pleasant Run will be Pleasant River in minutes.


In the Winter Wood garden

August 23, 2016

I’ll retrace my steps so you can share The Juniper Spoon garden, located at Winter Wood.


The orchard, that yielded a lot of peaches this year, occupies space to the north of the garden.


The garden has never been tilled. Doug depends entirely on mulch, lots of it.


Berry boulevard — blackberry to the left red raspberry to the right.


“Sort a does a fellar good to sit and talk a spell. See how things are going on and if the folks are well.”


Doug doesn’t use herbicides or pesticides.


Feels like a dance of some kind.


Late summer tell tale.


Asparagus — the long slow preparation for early spring harvest.


Lots of tomatoes these days and of various kinds. TJS staff does lots of food processing.


The garden consists of fruits, vegetables and flowers.


Morning harvest


The bees


My domain — the compost station. After the stuff in the silos has begun to break down, the contents are laid in a row for easy turning and watering.


Lali and staff are now preparing for the big “Taste of Montgomery County” this coming Saturday.

Sunday night

August 21, 2016

  • a clear, mild, low humidity evening
  • gratitude for family, gathered yesterday in Dayton
  • a daughter arriving back to the U.S. from Italy
  • no traffic on the avenue
  • neighborhood children playing on the lawn
  • decaf and honey toast
  • at the bird feeders: sparrows, cardinals, doves, hummingbirds, a nuthatch
  • a letter to a friend
  • crossword puzzle
  • a call offering neighborhood popcorn
  • conversation with a police office re his own personal safety
  • a photo and caption for tomorrow morning
  • Ana Vidovic ,Cello Suite # 1, J.S. Bach
  • Proverbs 30: 18

Three things are too wonderful for me;
four I do not understand:
the way of an eagle in the sky,
the way of a snake on a rock,
the way of a ship on the high seas,
and the way of a man with a girl.

  • Mary Oliver: “Sing, if you can sing, and if not still be musical inside yourself.”
  • a prayer for friends, for their happiness and peace



August 20, 2016

Somebody somewhere has written that “all men are created equal.” I didn’t write it; I am unable to parse the sentence.

At simple face value, even if we change the word “men” to “persons,” the sentence could be interpreted as follows: at the time of birth, all 7,000,000,000 of us on this planet share a like portion of being human.  Whatever that would mean.

I am far more inclined to believe that all persons do not come into this world at a similar starting line. Even if I could be convinced that the starting line is more or less “fair,” I know that in hours, no, in seconds, the equality will have vanished.

Some individuals are born with more power and privilege and opportunity. Others are born with traits that favor their gaining power and privilege and opportunity. The result — there is a huge difference, a vast difference in the amount of power and privilege and opportunity found even by the time a child enters the first grade.

The three terms power and privilege and opportunity pertain to a vast array of particulars: money, political position, gender, race, clan, religious affiliation, educational level, occupation, native country, personality traits, health care and many additional criteria. They make a level playing field impossible to build and maintain.

To prove a point may I suggest that you are selected in a random sample of 100 people from out of the world’s 7,000,000,000.  You are gathered together in an open field and there are asked to make a line — to stand in a line — from the least powerful/privileged to the most. Where do you think you would fit?

And what shall you make of this position?

Decision time?

August 19, 2016

A grand nephew of mine recently noted in Facebook that he faced a big decision. I happily encouraged him to be grateful for decision time and the opportunities that come his way. He could say the same to me because we are taking a look at options for senior living.

The typical options for people like us?

  • stay put in a 19,000 square foot, paid-for house
  • sell, buy a smaller place
  • sell, go into a rental
  • sell, enter a continuing care retirement community (CCRC)

I know of folks who have selected each of these options. Their experience assumes me that there isn’t just one right way for everybody.

Out of the question for us are these.

  • buy a nice condo downtown
  • buy a duplex with another senior couple
  • move into an Amish-style dawdy house

Because each senior must search for the answer that seems best, I find myself searching for counsel, making financial calculations, reviewing our respective personal interests and … ruminating. May I not be grateful for decision-making time?