IT MAY SEEM CORNY, BUT!!???

IT MAY SEEM CORNY, BUT!!???

It may seem corny but !!???

1. Why can’t the clerk at the check out counter count?

2. Why can’t average Americans speak grammatically correct English, while people I have met in other countries speak it fluently?

3. Why do we spend more money on helping people buy food than anyone in the world, and have the worst obesity problem in the world?

4.Why do people set their thermostats on 78 degrees, and wear short sleeve shirts and shorts and no socks or shoes.

5.. Why do these same people get uptight about too much carbon emissions damaging the Earth.

6. Why do we spend more money on daycare in high schools, than we do on teaching young men and women, that having babies before they are prepared to care for them is not a good idea.

7.Why do people drive through parking lots like they’re in the Indianapolis 500? Let’s see; there are blind spots, and old people, and children, and it’s against the law to not give pedestrians the right away in commercial parking lots. It also seems dangerous to me.

8. Why did I get passed by an officer of the law recently, who was speeding while tailgating, and changing lanes without signaling, and texting on his cell phone?

9. Why do I have to fill out papers, asking about my race and ethnicity with only a few options , none of which apply? Why am I forced to define my self as Caucasian , when my father had an Afro at thirteen and his mother was part American Indian.

10. Why do people insist there is no difference, between the way a woman’s mind works and the way a man’s mind works?

I’M JUST SAYING.

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LOOKING THROUGH THE WEEDS

LOOKING THROUGH THE WEEDS

There is a beautiful Koi pond where the Chair sits. The chair is for me, or for you if you stop by.

I dug, and built, and planted, everything you see. Well, you can’t really see it because of the grass.

The grass is a filter that limits visibility.

It is like the Buddha taught. Our minds are distracted by the things around us that keep us from seeing or experiencing the moment.

It sounds corny, I know, but the truth is the truth, and you know it when you see it or hear it.

We must practice controlling our minds, so that we can see beyond the weeds.

Just Bee-Cause

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These beautiful flowers are growing in “The Edinburgh Botanical Gardens” in Edinburgh Scotland. I don’t know what they are, but they have long stems, with dozens of those purple blooms that are shaped somewhat like bells. When viewed in a photo like this, separated from their surroundings, they remind me of a forest of flowers. They were among the most beautiful sights I saw all day.
Sometimes I have a knack for stumbling upon interesting discoveries in a casual manner.
O.K. so that’s serendipity. I could have saved so much typing, but then I would have missed the opportunity to brag a little.
Pretty much dead center you can make out a bee doing his thing. In the far upper right corner another is also busy.
Noticing the bees led to the next photo.

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I didn’t realize it then, but looking at these pictures now, these bees remind me of us humans in so many ways.
Where in the world did they come from? Did they hatch or something like that from the ground or near by trees or even in the ruins of last years crop of flowers? Did the season with it’s temperatures and humidity entice them to morph into
such beautiful and useful creatures? Did the arrival of these particular flowers spur them into action?
How big is they’re world really? Is it just this flower garden or do they know about yummy things on the perimeter. Maybe they don’t even know there is a perimeter. Perhaps they aren’t aware of the Solar System or the Universe or that there is an infinitesimal chance that there could be other bees out there like them or at least similar.
We think they know nothing ,but survive on sheer instinct. They have been on this planet longer than we have, yet we think we are the smart ones.
My one hundred and sixty four year old dictionary says this.
Smart… sharp stinging pain: pain of grief; hurt feelings: to feel such a pain: to be punished { with or for}. Secondary definitions are;Clever: active: shrewd: trim, well dressed, fashionable; to make more spruce.
Wow; who are the smart ones here?
They wake up every morning looking that beautiful, while I have to shave and shower and dress, and shop for clothes etc. I had to walk two miles that morning, then ride a bus for twenty minutes and hike around for well more than an hour just to happen upon them already in their element, and not giving a damn whether anyone showed up or not.
I bring all this up, just Bee-Cause.

An old Scottish saying

An old Scottish saying

Little Bear and I went for our early morning walk today ,and found it to be a quite chilly morning. I was pleased with myself for bringing a sock hat ,and some thin cotton gloves , for the first time since last spring.
We awoke later than usual, since I fell asleep on the couch last night, after a long days work. The blessing was the sun , creeping over the horizon and we; perhaps I should say I, could see where we were going. I’m pretty sure Little Bear knows what’s out there , be it light or dark. Of course her senses are always on full alert ; while when I first wake up , stagger down the road like a drunk.
The hat and gloves jumped out of my jacket soon after leaving the door. The difference in my comfort was immediate and , I began to focus much better. The drunk was becoming sober.
Bowser was chewing on Elm saplings as we walked, That’s one of her favorite activities anytime she’s out doors. We Have no Elm trees growing inside? What’s on those leaves that she craves? I’m going to have to Google that.
She got me to looking at the changes of Fall, and particularly the colors of the leaves.
As a life long outdoors man, I’m sharper than your average Little Bear , and began to look at the changes in all the trees. Not just trees, but the bushes, flowers, and everything.
The persimmons trees are turning slightly yellow but hanging on well ; except for the fruit which is plentiful this year and if you look closely deer droppings will be near.
Ash trees seem to be turning yellow and dropping at the same time. Tulip Polar trees are half and half, yellow and green but, not really falling in a hurry. Dogwoods are holding to green, according to the light and weather direction, while still wanting to turn that beautiful burgundy red that looks so wonderful from far away. They like to grow on the edge of woods, where they can get that extra sunlight that gives them stunning blossoms in the spring , and yet allows them to use the fall sun to create that red in autumn.
I can’t cover every plant in one blog , but you can tell it was a wonderful walk.
Heck, Little Bear even did her business before we got home.
Now it’s time to throw the Jolly ball. It’s really made for horses , but Little Bear handles it easily. I throw it up and down the hill behind our house a thousand times. She doesn’t ever seem to get tired before I do; which is weird because she’s the one doing all the running.
When shes slows down at all , I take it as a sign it’s time for me to chop some wood. It’s supposed to be 32 degrees come this Thursday night, and a good warm wood stove will be quite pleasant, and the energy company can stick it.
My back hurts so it’s time to stop. I’m looking at the dead wood piled up , and thinking about the live trees I’ve told you about, and the legal fact , that I have paid off this house and all this property.
Just then , a recollection of an old Scottish saying, engraved in stone, outside the Parliament buildings in Edinburgh Scotland Came to my mind. You can read it above in two different languages , if you are bilingual , or lived five hundred years ago , or however that works out for you.
I don’t own this property, Though I’ve paid dearly for it.
It is by the grace of our creator, that my family gets to use this , tend to it, or, however you want to explain it. Yes we live here and survive and enjoy this place but, how and why can never really be understood.
And I thought we were just taking a poop walk.

Lucky old man