Black-Purple Cottonwood leaves on Fall Green Grass
Snow Scattered on a Field?
No, Migrating Swans
Although there are still many spots of color, the future is easy to see now. Months and months of bare bark, branches, and trunks. The bleak winter temperate zone. Whale Oil Beef Hooked.
There was a great New Yorker piece about issues in our American history. It helped me put political things in perspective. Other historical stories from England's history helped me understand too. Nothing apparently is new under the sun. Everything passes.
"So tu crois qu'il durera, tu te trompes filette."
Joe, my north neighbor, discovered that, like me, his beach well has been "lost" due to encroachment of Lake Huron's waters. Now he must have a line dug all the way out to the road in order to bring in city water. Mark will use the electric poles right of way to dig the trench because he has been prevented from using the access road. My other north neighbors are planning on moving because of ongoing harassment. We are indeed a primitive species.
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