Flowers and birds, birds and flowers … and maybe a car or a plow. The Goldfinch, in summer, are brilliant yellow and even in the middle of a drought, we had bushels of pink roses. And of course, we had red skies and pink skies. Not too many in yellow, though.
Suddenly, it’s the middle of October. Nearly the middle. Middle-ish. Still almost no rain and the little we have gotten is barely enough to dampen a small garden, much less water a forest. The birds are eating like crazy. I put out a new water dish that they like so much, they bathe in it too. Which, I might add, makes for a bit of a mess. Birds are messy. Anyone who has owned one or fed them knows they make a terrible mess. It’s the price you pay for the joy of watching them. Our deck is very messy!
So let’s get to the questions:
Are we “here” or do we just think we are?
Am I a butterfly dreaming I’m a man or a man dreaming I’m a butterfly? Is this the real world or have I fallen into a parallel universe where nothing makes any sense? I swing towards the latter statement because I’m not a butterfly.
Of course I can’t prove I’m here. That’s like going to court to prove you didn’t do it. I often wish I was anywhere but here — and maybe that’s the problem. I’m not where I’m supposed to be. So please, please, if you have the power, send me back.
From an identity standpoint, what would be worst for you to lose?
If my body goes missing, I’m not here, so let’s just scratch that piece. As for the rest of me? I’ve been losing pieces of me for years now. I’ve lost my voice. My sense of smell is mediocre at best, and I neither hear nor see as well as I did. We don’t get to choose what we lose. What happens, happens. It’s our job, should we accept it, to make the best of what is left to us. We do the best living we can for as long as we are able and manage our losses.
Do you have a ‘song’? If you’re part of a couple, you could use “your couple’s song” OR a song that’s just always resonated with you.
“Pancho and Lefty” was written by Townes Van Zandt and was first released by Townes Van Zandt in 1972. It didn’t really go anywhere until it release by Emmylou Harris — my favorite version even though many other singers have covered it. I agree it is the most difficult to understand version. You have to already know the words to figure them out. Pity I didn’t know they were printed inside the CD cover. It would have saved me hours of backing up over a line to get that word. Garry likes Emmylou, now that I’ve got the words worked out, but he also like the versions where you can actually hear the words. Merle Haggard did a nice version of it, though Emmy’s version is much punchier and and has passion and drive. This is the song, back when we had a CD player in the car, we would play over and over again. Good thing there wasn’t anyone else in the car. It would have driven them crazy. Unless they REALLY liked the song.
Following is his story about how he wrote the song.
This is Merle and Willie. Watch for Townes, singing and playing in the background. Not a bad little mini movie, either.
And finally, Emmylou Harris:
“Spooky” Halloween Question: Oooo! BOO!
Are ghosts real or has someone been smoking something and just imagines them?
I have heard ghosts, but never seen one. I have no idea what they are or how they came to be and if I hadn’t heard them in my own house, I would think someone was one toke over the line. Maybe more than one toke. However, actual experience leaves you unable to completely dismiss the concept. I mean … I was there and so were my first husband and a whole lot of friends and family. We ALL heard it. While some of us might have been several tokes over several lines, I don’t think my mother was. So there is that.
My problem is having no idea what a ghost actually IS? Was it ever a real person or is it some bizarre cosmic screw-up that seems like an entity but is actually some so far inexplicable alteration of electrons or … something else?
This is the one time of year where getting stuck up a tree might be kinda good. Or at least very pretty. These sugar maple trees turn the best colors of all the trees. Scarlet and orange, they are the absolutely prettiest trees in New England. We don’t have many on our property because the oaks are so tall, they shade the maples and keep them from growing. But where they have the light, the are magnificent.