Short April 1st Walk

Smiling while listening to the plurbling, blurbling stream

winding gently below me on the metal, see-through bridge

Looking up to the left as a black crow yaw-caws its

way over the field of faded golden cornstalks

Glancing to the right, suddenly noticing the hefty rain clouds

flying, swooping over fields and villages…towards me


Rejection=Rebuffed, Snubbed, Denied

After an afternoon walk in perfect pre-Thanksgiving weather, perfect sky, wispy cloud pieces, bright, cheery, I sat on the porch swing to catch my breath and saw:

On the electric wire across the highway, perched a long-beaked bird, looking around the world, being the size of a robin. A small sparrow flitted up and landed next to Long-Beak. Long-Beak glanced over, saw the sparrow, viewed him as an intruder, rude, crude, socially unacceptable, and flew up and up then glided over and over to the right down and down onto the other end of that electric wire, leaving the sparrow sitting goofily by himself. The sparrow fluffed his feathers, shook, then hopped over the pole on its left to the wire on the other side, hidden by all the wire coiling and knots. Then Long-Beak flew away.

Humans aren’t the only creatures that get rejected when the wing of friendship reaches out.

Total Body Exercise

Walked this morning past brick buildings built

between 1817 and 1836…who built them…how did

they chose Hanoverton…what was happening in Ohio

back then…what was happening in America at that

time…who was president…while exercising my

body walking, my brain exercised overtime trying to

remember American history…boy, howdee…was I

ever exhausted upon reaching home!

A Little Time in Indiana’s Past


Visiting Abe Lincoln’s boyhood home in south Indiana was just a way to stretch our legs, as we traveled cross-country during a hot, humid July.

The Husband and I toured a little museum, enjoyed some of Abe’s words carved on the outside walls over beautiful bas relief sculptures of his life, cried over a short movie of his beginnings, then took a mile hike into the hills, in the fermenting heat, to see where his family had lived.

The forest oozed, radiated, brimmed with quietness, except for birds, faded sounds of people, and the distant sounds of pop music. Who would be playing pop music way out here in the woods of Abe Lincoln’s home? Sacrilegious!

Sauntering past a small field of corn, we saw what it looked like in Abe’s day. After chugging up to where his cabin’s foundation still sat, we gazed at the bit of rock-chimney and the old boards in the ground (at most 150 square feet), surrounded by thick, stifling, windless forest. We then experienced life in Abe’s day, chatted with re-enactors, and toured some replica buildings with roughhewn logs and clay chinking. They had such a rough life.

Sweat dripped down our faces as we trekked the sweltering way back to the car, stopping often to rest, thinking and chatting about life in the “good ol’ days.” Both of us felt a rush of gratefulness to all those pioneers who paved the way for people like us to now enjoy cars, freeways, coffee shops, air-conditioning, and iPods—like the one in my purse that had somehow turned on to play the distant, pop music the whole time we toured, which I didn’t discover until reaching the car, much to my chagrin.


Manic Insects


On a walk this gorgeous afternoon

met all kinds of bugs

Beetles, crickets, small and large

Brown, bright-red, gray grasshoppers

Red ants, black ants

Absolutely everywhere

Hopping, crawling, flying

Never saw so many during one walk

Possibly gearing up for the extremely cold

rainy day predicted