A Sunday Morning Rain

There is nothing more peaceful than an early Sunday morning rain. I don't know what it is about the timing of the rain that tends to relax your mind....perhaps it is nature's way of closing out your weekend, after working and sweating in your gardens on Saturday....just to say "thanks for taking care of me".

I love to sit in my little room and watch the raindrops splash in the birdbath....or trickle down the hosta and rhodendron leaves....until they finally make it down to the soil and vanish forever. They visit briefly and then hurry on to perform their own task of making sure the plants I provide up top are taken care of underneath. Welcome underground.....now do your stuff!

As The Eagles sang years ago....."I get a Peaceful, Easy Feeling...and I know you won't let me down"......bring on the peace! I could use some peace......

These Days

These Days
Jackson Browne & Greg Allman

Well I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking these days
These days

These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
For you
And all the times I had the chance to

Well I had a lover
I don't think I'll risk another these days
These days

These days I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
But it's just that I have been losing
For so long

These days I sit on cornerstones
Count the time in quartertones 'till ten
My friend
And now I believe I've come
To see myself again

These days I sit on cornerstones
Count the time in quartertones 'till ten
My friend
Please don't confront me with my failures......

I'm aware of them

A Brighter Day

Wouldn't you love to have one of those? Lately, I've been in sort of a quiet mode....not really wanting to talk to anyone but I do what I have to do to make it through the day. It's called survival, I guess, but there are times when you're just ready to throw everything away and just start over. You begin to question every decision you've made your entire life....what if I'd done this or how would it have been different if I had only done it that way........

I know they say "Don't Look Back", but if there's nothing to "Look Forward" to, what the hell is left? It's a strange phase I'm in right now. I know it'll pass......it always has. But this one is somehow different....the feeling is something I've never experienced before. It's like an old, unstable, countryside wall needing only one loose stone to be removed and it all comes down.......

Hang in there stone.....I'm not sure I can handle another fall.

Toenails

We've all got them....well everyone except my brother, who claims he has never had to cut his....they just don't grow. Must be nice.

I was sitting out on the deck the other evening, having a beer after cleaning out dog houses. And I was staring at my feet. My wife walked out and asked me what I was doing. I thought it was pretty obvious....having a beer and wondering why the hell I have toenails. Have you ever thought about it? Probably not.

I guess these little morsels are leftovers from our pre-upright ancestors. But I have no use for them today. You always have to cut them and usually they don't cut straight. Then they hang on your socks and rip the crap out of them. There are times when you get fed up cutting them so often that you try to cut them a little shorter to reduce the amount of time you spend doing this chore. Then you cut into the tender skin underneath.....and then the pain sets in for a few days. I have no use for toenails and see no reason for their existence. My college-student daughter says they protect your toes when you drop a hammer on them. Well that hurts whether or not you have a toenail and the nail usually turns black and then falls off. What kind of protection is that?

I'm stuck with these things but I don't have to like them. Unfortunately, they are fully capable of getting even with me if I neglect them. Oh, I hate toenails! In my next life, I think I'll refuse to grow them! I'd rather have a tail.