Walking (27)

Sunday, April 30, 2017

The heavy rains during the past two days makes for a wet walk this morning. The heaviness in the skies will soon drop more rain.


The season loves rainy weather; what lovely flowers along the way.







This morning my mind, nonetheless, is elsewhere, continuing to think about enmity — what it is, where it comes from, how it expresses itself. What I did today on the six-miler was work on a drama that I will share in its present form.

A drama in two acts

Mother Nature

Act I (afternoon at Mother Nature’s place)

Mother Nature:
–“Delicious! You’ve done well.”
–“Thanks to you.”
–“Playing favorites again.”
Mother Nature:
–“Sour grapes, eh? Was it blight or aphids or weeds? Brush up on horticulture and you’ll be OK. You have to make a decision. Prolonged pouting will eat you up.”

Act II (the next day)

narrator: Consumed by anger, Cain sneaks into the hills. Hidden by a craig, Cain sees the sheep and his brother who is playing his lute.

–“Heh, he’s got his heat. And I’ve got mine.” (Action: Cain raises his gun, takes aim, and blows to pieces the shepherd on the first shot.)


Today at the greenhouse

Saturday, April 29, 2017

An all-night thunderstorm and rain! The rain, extending beyond noon, diminished the size of crowd for the IMA plant sale and closed the beer garden. But in the greenhouse, we celebrated the season, the weather and of course the plants.


And the visitors. By my count, nearly 200. A couple from Cleveland, another from Denver, a woman from New Hampshire. A father and two wide-awake daughters were there. I took a picture of them to send to their mother who is spending the weekend in New York City.  We welcomed Asians, Hispanics, a few African Americans, a nurse, a firefighter, a student graduating from IUPUI, a tech and many other cordial people.


IMA no longer sells plants in the greenhouse. It is now used for specimen plants, gathered from here and there, “from all over the world” says Ian. Here are some that caught my eye today.




from the fern family


Hoya carnosa
(Hindu Rope Plant)


from the violet family


an orchid




Gasteria verrucosa
(Warty Aloe)


one of many beautiful bromeliads


long fronds with saw toothed edges; I don’t yet know the name

What an opportunity to enjoy people and plants.

Choices to live (or die) by

Friday, April 28, 2017

acrimony ……… benevolence

antagonism ………. harmony

animus ………. good will

animosity ………. rapport

antipathy ………. regard

aversion ………. respect

bad feeling ………. understanding

bad blood ……….friendship

bitterness ………. geniality

discord ………. accord

enmity ………. amity

friction ………. agreement

hatred ………. love

hostility ………. peacefulness

ill feeling ………. harmony

ill will ………. liking

loathing ………. admiration

odium ………. affection

rancor ………. kindness

resentment ………. pleasure

On bus # 3

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Yesterday afternoon on Michigan Ave, the bus PA announced “stop requested.” An elderly white man with darkened glasses and a walking stick for the blind slowly got up. As he was about to leave the bus, he asked the driver for directions. I didn’t hear the exact words, but the driver seemed not to know what to tell him. She got up out of her seat and left the bus to talk with him. Then she brought him back onto the bus.

“So at City Center, you take bus 55 for English Avenue.  55.”  The man nodded. He then pulled out a cell phone and dialed, I don’t know how, since he was blind.  After a conversation, he said to the driver. “My son will come for me. I will get out at the Arsenal.”

She stopped the bus at Arsenal. The man emerged, again confused. The driver, once again, left the bus, talked with him, then led him to a bench, a comfortable place to wait for his son. She returned to the bus.

This African American driver’s name is Gina Bray.

Walking (26)

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Today I tried to amble — that is, to walk at a pace noticeable slower than my optimal speed. Why?  Just to find anything new about walking. I made two circuits on trail “blue” at Eaglecreek Park, half of which is in the woods, half by the reservoir.

The woods


Much as changed in the past week of spring growth.


This sprightly dance is much too fast for the log rhythm.


One of my preferred dead trees.


Dogwood blooms around the edges.


Even the older growth looks good in spring.


Lilly Pond


The huge reservoir is filled by the small Eagle Creek.


Using my stereotypes, he looked Vietnamese.


Surely this is a club team, with the coach in the boat.


That bench can hold the two of us.

After two circuits, six miles, I was ready for water and an apple, but I could have gone for another round — I think. Ambling is enjoyable.

On my mind

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Here are several of the biggies that crawl around in my head

  1. Where does human enmity come from?
  2. For all the good that religion can possibly accomplish, why does it so often foster discord and hostility?
  3. Are gratitude and thanksgiving teachable?
  4. What is the measure of distance that separates my consciousness from that of Ringo, the Rhodesian ridgeback?

I’ll carry the crawlers with me today on my walk.

Walking (25)

Sunday, April 22, 2017

The camera always goes with me when I’m walking. One never knows what it will see.

Color coordinated.

IMG_2281.jpg Just as I shot the picture, a cop stopped behind me. “You put the balloon there?” No, I told him, but I got a picture of it. “I like it,” he said with a chuckle and drove off.