Appalachian Mountain Dreams

 I started on Friday with Fragmented Fred and “Tale of a Farmer from Erehwon”, today Leon joined the game with his Poison Lion. Both tales have meanings that could teach us all a thing or two. Fred’s starts this way… When we expose our greatest hopes and precious things to strangers, we may be thought a fool. But the ordinary

I didn’t get around to posting anything here for most of the day ’cause between comings and goings around the house there has been a bit of a conversation going on over at Fred’s Fragments and Nameless Creek Blogs. Other than that the day has been way to pretty and springlike to spend too much time in the house. Cloudless

Tonight I thought it might be fun track my wanderings on the web…If it doesn’t work for you check back tomorrow.No explanations, just links to what I actually read… static exotic Empire of the Air mystery of a trip toward spring Not a long list but it’s getting late…

Alone with a book…My oldest daughter off in her own world. Taken many years ago with a throwaway camera in Kerrville, Tx on the Guadalupe River.

I spent my lunch hour (x2) with Michael Pollan and John Mackey watching the webcast of their recent UC Berkeley gabfest. I thoroughly enjoyed the time. Both men appeared to be totally involved with their subject. John Mackey used the opportunity to make several initiative announcements for Whole Foods Market. I found myself being impressed with his talk. Some people

Happy March One The first day of the month of spring is coming in a bit on the warm and damp side here. The temperature here is already just a degree below 70 and the day hasn’t even said hello to the sun yet…The weather prognosticators are mentioning a cool front moving our way this morning with some “much dryer

The last full month of winter is ending and here where I call home, its ending like spring. The morning temperature is already 65 degrees outside. Windows are thrown wide and doors are open in hopes of a breeze…None blows. The winter bird residents are talking outside my door this morning. Mockingbirds in the distance, robins up closer to the

Susan Albert had a post yesterday that really spoke to me. I keep going back and re-reading what she had to say about Terry Tempest Williams and her book Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place. In an interview titled “The Politics of Place,” Williams talks about the importance of staying home–or at least, staying in one place long

I see from the weather forecast that the Blue Ridge should get a reprieve from the ice box. SE Texas is feeling a lot like a early mountain summer. Foggy morning, low 70’s by afternoon. Leon Hale had a pretty good column yesterday. A look back at the end of the world 70 or so years ago. On his blog

You have to love this time of year…Don’t you? Last evening we were running the AC to dry out the house after a week of humidity and temperatures in the upper 70’s, something had to give. It did. Luckily, I checked the forecast before going to bed last night and switched the thermostat to the heater side. Even with the