Nurture your Nature

After-market musings.

After-Market Musings
July 16, 2011

River high for July; but the flood subsiding.

The channels will shift as the river shifts as all water has a will of its own. The folly of humans cannot contain it.

Smell of cilantro and lavender.

Beans await the greens; my nose the scent of Montana Summer.

Taste of blackberry pie.

Peter knows my weak points. We speak of pears ...and cardamom.

Grey sky and the cloud-curve of a downdraft.

The impending storm. Someone will be thrilled by thunder; awed by lightning; look for candles in the dark.

A veil of rain; a gift from Idaho.

Better than the smoke of woods burning. Idaho has many gifts.

White peaks of Lolo; blue to the north-west.

Even in the heat there is an oasis above.

Dark pine green and bright grass green...

The color of life reminds me...

...Green now gone to seed turning tan.

...Spring turns to Autumn. Summer is fleeting.

Yellow yarrow and purple clover.

One beginning, one ending, a moment of royal splendor

The bleached afro-salsify.

To see Lilian Wall now ...will her afro have turned grey, become braids, become a short remnant of the glory that once was?

Unnatural jarring sound of motors and tires on macadam.

Silence broken by humans ...who cannot hear their own noise.

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