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Seasons Come And Seasons Go And Pencils Grow ON Trees

BCOF:  Autumn
Blog City:  Writing By Hand.


Right now what I like best about Autumn is that it represents change.  Change can be good and change can be bad.  Quarters are usually better than nickels.  Except when nickels are Buffalo Heads.  See, things can be worth more or less depending on how they change.  The coming of Autumn reminds me of the change of seasons, the change of climate, the fact that everything changes.  When I lived in the tropics I longed for Autumn, For Winter and for Spring.  When I live in the Arctic I long for Summer.  Change is good and change is bad, but is seems I can never get enough of it.  But, paradoxically, sometimes I feel I can't handle it at all.  Luckily I've found that I can travel and find whatever season I want, whenever I want it.  There have been many changes in writing styles over the years.  I think fingers have even begun to evolve.  They used to be more for manipulation, but now they seem to be more for poking.  I remember when I was very young I was fascinated by fountain pens.  I searched the woodlands to find the proper feathers to improve my quill pen collection.  Ball Points where impressive when they showed up.  And, WOW, felt tips - interesting.  Typewriters - Electric Typewriters - Word Processors - Computers - Lap Tops - Notepads - Phones - I think they got things now that will make printed words from spoken words.  Sometimes change is way to much.  Maybe good - maybe not.  I like pencils.  I'm writing this using a pencil.  When I write something that requires thought, I must use a pencil.  Some things I don't want to change.