Thorn Tree in the Garden: Derek and the Dominos

Posted July 29, 2014 by Kathleen Ryan
Categories: Music

Fields of Gold: Eva Cassidy

Posted July 29, 2014 by Kathleen Ryan
Categories: Music

Posted July 29, 2014 by Kathleen Ryan
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“When we lose these woods, we lose our soul. Not simply as individuals, but as a people.”

Posted July 29, 2014 by Kathleen Ryan
Categories: Musings

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The humidity is gone and has left behind a wonderful summer day. I have no plans for today except to do a few things around the house. The errand or two I have I’ll save for tomorrow. I love these quiet mornings when all I can hear are the sweet songs of birds.

When I was a kid, I noticed bugs more than I noticed birds. Grasshoppers were one of my favorites. I loved watching them leap into the air as I walked through the field. In my mind’s eye I can still see it all. The houses were clustered around a small roundabout in a cul-de-sac. A path led from the street behind the houses to the field which stretched across from one group of trees to another. On one side of the field the trees were beside the road while on the other side the trees were thicker and we thought of them as the woods. The boundary of the field was an old tree trunk with one branch still attached and lying on the ground like an extended arm. We never went around the branch. We always climbed over though there was a path which went right around the old tree. Beyond the tree were a few other paths. One led up a grassy hill with blueberry bushes all along the side. The hill led to the water tower at the top. Another path from the tree went straight ahead to the swamp and continued to a street where the path ended. I always thought of that path as a shortcut to my friend who lived on that street. We played in the woods, hunted grasshoppers in the field, watch polliwogs grow into frogs at the swamp and ate our fill of blueberries. We’d race each other up the hill to the water tower. The winner was king of the hill, at least for that day. We could be gone the whole day and still be close to home.

When the town decided to build elderly housing, they took down all the trees and bulldozed the field. Even the swamp was gone. We were devastated.

Sinking Man: Of Monsters and Men

Posted July 28, 2014 by Kathleen Ryan
Categories: Music

Lead Me Home: Jamie N. Commons

Posted July 28, 2014 by Kathleen Ryan
Categories: Music

Posted July 28, 2014 by Kathleen Ryan
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