I ALWAYS THINK OF THEM AS OLD FRIENDS

 ON MY WAY TO MY WALKING SPOT WEDNESDAY NIGHT, I NOTICED THIS RIBBON OF COLOR BEHIND ME

I've been aware of the days getting shorter, so after posting Wednesday night's blog, I headed out to see what kind of a sunset we were going to have.  I barely made it to my walking road before old Sol slunk down behind a corn field. Feeling a sadness on my walk, I tried to focus on the beautiful countryside around me, all aglow in the evening's soft hues.  Sometimes this works for me, and sometimes it doesn't.  Following my walk, I headed off to a place I can see from my walking road.  It's to the northwest, a couple of miles, where a tall communication tower sits atop a hill, sending out its flashing light beacon 24 hours a day.  White by day and red by night.  It's the Eastlink Communication tower on Tower Line Road, and it's a place I sometimes go to take photos of the rising Moon, or just sit looking at the stars.  Wednesday night, I drove there and parked at the head of the Eastlink driveway facing south.  I can always see a few lights in Clinton to the east, about 4 miles away.  I sat there for a long time with my windows down listening to not only my beautiful soft ambient music, but to all the Crickets around me in the night air.  Many thoughts, many memories, and I felt like I just wanted to stay there all night.  It was so peaceful and calm with a host of stars and constellations overhead.  I always think of them as old friends.  But alas, it was time to go, and I ambled slowly homeward, 6 miles away to the southwest. Oh, how I am going to miss these wonderful summer nights when winter once again descends across the land in another 3 or 4 months.  Home again, I was thankful for a cooler night, so I left doors and windows open to let in the fresh night air.  The subtle mid-August shift from summer into autumn is finally beginning to stir.

OLD SOL TOUCHED DOWN IN A CORNFIELD LAST NIGHT

 I THINK HE SET THE CORNFIELD ABLAZE

My day again started much the same as many others, so under cool, sunny skies I headed out to my walking road and away I went.  And there were the butterflies again this morning.  Dozens and dozens of them, and the most butterflies I have ever seen all at the same time.  Walking north up the road,I soon noticed something about the butterflies.  They would gather in groups alongside the road on my left, right beside the grassy ditch.  As I approached them, they would all swirl up into the air and flutter around me, only to fly further along up the road, land, and then well up again as I approached.  Oh, how I revelled in the sight of all those tiny yellow Butterflies flying around me.  And here is where I noticed something unusual.  I periodically look behind me, up or down the road to see if a vehicle might be approaching, but there hardly ever is.  Glancing behind me, I noticed that there were no butterflies to be seen.  The Butterflies were all ahead of me.  Reaching my turnaround point, I started walking south back towards the car about a quarter of a mile away.  There were Butterflies again, but not in the swirling clusters of moments before.  I always talk to the butterflies, so maybe that is why they were all there to greet me this morning.  Not feeling like a country drive today, I soon headed home.  There were some things I wanted to do outside, but I had to work on myself to drum up some energy and enthusiasm. 

ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT'S WALK, I CAME ACROSS THIS LITTLE BUTTERFLY LYING DEAD ON THE ROAD, SO I GENTLY PICKED IT UP, STEPPED OVER TO THE DITCH, AND TENDERLY PLACED IT ON THIS QUEEN ANNE'S LACE FLOWER...THE EVENING'S LIGHT BREEZE FLUFFED ITS WINGS, AND I FELT VERY SAD

It took a while, but finally, I was outside again working away on my grass seed planting project.  But it didn't last long.  The heat and humidity turned me into a sticky ball of paste again, and I had to retreat inside for a shower.  Spent the rest of the day reading, relaxing, and staying cool.  I think I have slipped into my often 6-week slump again.  Long-time readers will know of my slumps.

 I'VE LAID OUT SOME TOPSOIL HERE TO DRY A BIT BEFORE I GETLY RAKE IN THE GRASS SEED

Al's Music Box:)) A Whiter Shade Of Pale by Procol Harum.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( On the first day, God created the cow. God said, "You must go to the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves, and give milk to support the farmer. I will give you a life span of sixty years." The cow said, "That's a kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. Let me have twenty years and I'll give back the other forty." And God agreed. On the second day, God created the dog. God said, "Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. I will give you a life span of twenty years." The dog said, "That's too long to be barking. Give me ten years and I'll give back the other ten." So God agreed. On the third day God created the monkey. God said, "Entertain people, do monkey tricks, make them laugh. I'll give you a twenty year life span." Monkey said, "How boring, monkey tricks for twenty years? I don't think so. Dog gave you back ten, so that's what I'll do too, okay?" And God agreed again. On the fourth day God created man. God said, "Eat, sleep, play, and, enjoy. Do nothing, just enjoy, enjoy. I'll give you twenty years." Man said, "What? Only twenty years? No way, man. Tell you what, I'll take my twenty, and the forty years cow gave back, and the ten dog gave back, and the ten monkey gave back. That makes eighty, okay?" "Okay," said God. "You've got a deal." So, that is why for the first twenty years we eat, sleep, play, enjoy, and do nothing. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain our grandchildren, and for the last ten years we sit in front of the house and bark at everybody.

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- Patient: It must be tough spending all day with your hands inside someone's mouth?
Dentist: I prefer to think of it as having my hands inside their wallet.

- Golf balls are like eggs...They are both white, sold by the dozen, and a week later you have to go out and buy more.

- Susie: My husband is a great handyman. He can repair almost anything.
Jane: My mother always taught me to beware of the man who can fix everything. You'll never get anything new.

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