To the grocery store on a rainy day.
I looked up at chattering overhead...
Daughter, grandson, and I drove to Albany, their first visit, my second. We wanted to see the carving in the basement. And there was the senior carver, Larry, telling us about carousels, and that this one has been carved in the old tradition, by hand, even with the carving tools being sharpened with a leather strap.
And he told us that many people work on each animal--this is on purpose to keep one person from claiming possession. Within the hollow belly of an animal is a time capsule of all the people who worked on it.
Do you know the difference between a Carousel and a Merry-go-round?
A carousel is fixed, usually in a building or a Pavilion. a merry-go-round is movable, such as those in traveling amusement parks.
And then driving home down I-5
Monday came and with it a celebration of the leaves. A footbridge leads from the parking lot on one side of the Willamette River to a park on the other side. Many people come and go across the bridge walking or with bikes, and some leading dogs. Sweetpea proudly pranced across it as though she was a charger.
A walk through the Park.
Back on our home street, I hear this from the tree, "Hey man, I was sleeping, you know, when suddenly something cold hit me, and I woke up with one limb red as a lobster."
A block from our house I sit under a spreading walnut tree,
Home, I am met by our Magnolia tree, and I think, Hum, all these Magnolia leaves will soon be on the ground, our ground...
But, come spring
our Pegasus Magnolia tree will awaken with buds in her hair.
And he told us that many people work on each animal--this is on purpose to keep one person from claiming possession. Within the hollow belly of an animal is a time capsule of all the people who worked on it.
Do you know the difference between a Carousel and a Merry-go-round?
A carousel is fixed, usually in a building or a Pavilion. a merry-go-round is movable, such as those in traveling amusement parks.
And then driving home down I-5
Monday came and with it a celebration of the leaves. A footbridge leads from the parking lot on one side of the Willamette River to a park on the other side. Many people come and go across the bridge walking or with bikes, and some leading dogs. Sweetpea proudly pranced across it as though she was a charger.
A walk through the Park.
Back on our home street, I hear this from the tree, "Hey man, I was sleeping, you know, when suddenly something cold hit me, and I woke up with one limb red as a lobster."
A block from our house I sit under a spreading walnut tree,
Home, I am met by our Magnolia tree, and I think, Hum, all these Magnolia leaves will soon be on the ground, our ground...
But, come spring