Balms of Gilead

 Amid the balms of Gilead 

Fridays can be days one looks forward to or days we dread, as we have that sixth sense, today they fire me, or the all come crashing down reality, unexpectedly, they did. It happened for one such. It’s happened to me, more than once. You never handle it gracefully. You fill your box and awkwardly go. 

And so all Friday, I dwelt beneath the cloud. 

Toward the end of day, finishing up at Dacier in Dowling Park, there in a side room off the main desk, an older gentleman was crooning on his guitar to the elderly lady residents. Love songs. But then, he began to sing the old hymn , the Love of God. I lingered. It was the balm from Gilead needed. I trust my friend with the box of belongings found her balm of Gilead too.

The art departs

 The art departs 

To the hearts

In far far parts

Look who winked

 And look who winked 

While the sunset wowed

Slipping quietly down

Making the rounds

In the strut line

 In the strut line

There I was suddenly on the strut line

 Not a lick of camo on to conceal me

I dropped to my belly just in time

Setting the camera by feel blindly.

And so they passed within a few feet

They never even took notice of my clicks

Feathers iridescent in the shaded heat

I finally rose and took home several ticks.

Emily

 I hide myself within my flower,

That fading from your Vase,

You, unsuspecting, feel for me-

Almost a loneliness.

Emily Dickinson

Two in the bush

 Two in the bush

Beats one in hand

Shaker tractor

 The Shaker tractor

The faithful oxen so useful for so much in the day.

Judy Hancock

 Tracks of her   by john clare  

 Osceola and his friends in her woods still roam...Mostly along the trail of deer and bear...In unseen silence I know they are there....Its but a  faint whisp carrying them along....Early if you come just before the dawn....before the lifting of the misty....You can see the tracks of Judy....softly with her puppy tagging along....

Vote

 Today is the first day of early voting. I texted my neighbor to take me when he goes. He hasn’t replied.

Sister and i will go tomorrow if not today i suppose.

MAGA.

Neighbor went without me. Said he other things to do. Rick asked me to lunch but i missed the text. Will go Wed.

Melanie voted. Said it was steady. 

Homecoming

 Today we went to the Bronson Baptist homecoming. Mark Conrad former Pastor spoke and his daughter sang. It is the closest thing to a church home since we go with Melanies mother. They had dinner on the ground.

We then took a test drive of Carols Buick MKX we are planning to buy. We rode out to the cemetery then the Devils Den ROAD. 

I texted Ray when i got home and hopefully Tuesday we will get some of his chickens.

Saturday, Saturday

Cool enough for long sleeves as i watched the moon set and hoped for jets to intersect. There are less planes these days. Melanie helping rake off the chicken pen and cut up limbs.

 

John Sauls

 John came over and helped with several projects. Got the camera outside down to recharge, bought me a rain gauge and installed it, cut some bamboo, will help with the generator oil change, etc.