Sunset

Sunset Piankatank River

I had this whole blog post planned out.

I wrote it in my head while driving.

It was great.

It was positive.

All about how I was going to "let the sun set" on my worries and issues 

and push myself to be more content.

There was even a little math humor thrown in 

about having a goal of 3 blog posts a week on 3 different blogs

(I mis-multiplied, it was funny, trust me) 

But because of more crap news about a particularly stressful

craptastic situation, 

I just don't have the heart to be amusing

(except for using the word craptastic which is mildly barely amusing).

It seems that I'm in the Land of the Midnight Sun

and I don't know when the sunset is going to be.

Like knowing exactly when to end those annoying repetitive songs.

Like Michael Finnegan of the whiskers on his chin-a-gan.

Despite that, I'm going to push forward with the goal 

of 3 per week per blog (3) which is 9 per week 

not 27 like I thought this morning. 

Starting next week.

 Because eventually the sun sets even in the Land of the Midnight Sun.

And for your listening pleasure...

Farmer's Market

Spending the morning at the first Farmer's Market of the year at the Holly Point Nature Park in Deltaville. Photos taken by the Brat Child

Remnants

The last time I was in Deltaville, 

I took some time to walk through the plowed field just to see what, if anything, was there.

Among the tall grass I found:

Someone's crab steamer

and someone's basketball.

Both remnants of the tornado that touched down in our little town 2 years ago.
The rebuilding process is still ongoing.
The Baptist church as a new steeple
and most of the homes have been rebuilt
(some much larger than they were originally- and thus removing the quaint feel of Jackson Acres).
The trees, of course, will never be replaced in my lifetime, and that hurts the most.
But my feelings of hurt and devastation can not compare with
what those in Oklahoma must be feeling.

My thoughts and prayers go out to those affected by Mother Nature.

 

Monday Meditation

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

— Wendell Berry 

Thanks to my blogging friend Chronicles of a Country Girl for introducing me to this poem.
It's been an extremely stressful month. 
EXTREMELY.
With little relief in sight.
So I do crazy things like walk the dog at 3:00am and listen to the owls
and look at the stars.