Blackwater Falls State Park, 16 October 2016
It’s been nearly three months since I last posted anything here. It’s not that I haven’t had anything to say, it’s just that my words have been locked in my head by events of the world. Horrific human tragedies have occurred, ranging from drastic floods here in West Virginia and elsewhere to mass murders and warfare across the world. And in the midst of all this, a bitter political campaign seems ready to split this country into angry pieces. Whenever I sit down to create a post, to let some of the words that have been cluttering my head escape in written form, my fingers freeze above the keyboard, shamed by the triviality and irrelevance of what I have to say.
But even so, life goes on, and my mind bubbles with things that I want to say, if only so that at some later time I can go back to see a bit of what I was thinking, to look at the course of events in my life.
We have traveled, Lisa and I, and we have gardened, and we have had visitors, and I have stories and pictures I would have liked to share. So beginning now I will try again to resume this blog, try to post with some regularity. For myself, of course, but also just in case someone besides me is listening.
On a visit to the cemetery at Prickett’s Fort, Fairmont, West Virginia, Sunday, 19 June 2016.
A week ago another storm came to visit us. We were treated to wind and rain and ringing wind chimes and a little rearrangement of the trees in our backyard.
In the midst of the pounding rain I heard something like a clatter of branches in the backyard. I thought something might have hit the house, so when the storm had settled itself I went out to see what had happened. There were plenty of bits of twigs and leaves, a moderately sized branch under the red maple, but nothing more than the normal fallout from a bit of wind. Then I saw this tangle of maple and spruce limbs.