Update about blogCa

The crazy iPhone focus that makes me feel cross-eyed sometimes...Lake Tomahawk and wildflowers. I'm not convinced the flowers are bee balm.

Saturday, June 27, 2026

Intergenerational fun

 A favorite song for children and adults to join together...


All God's critters got a place in the choir
Some sing low, some sing higher
Some sing out loud on the telephone wires
And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they got
All God's critters got a place in the choir
Some sing low, some sing higher
Some sing out loud on the telephone wires
And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they got now

Listen to the bass, it's the one on the bottom
Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus
Moans and groans with a big t'do
And the old cow just goes moo

The dogs and the cats they take up the middle
While the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddles
The donkey brays and the pony neighs
And the old coyote howls

All God's critters got a place in the choir
Some sing low, some sing higher
Some sing out loud on the telephone wires
And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they got now

Listen to the top where the little birds sing
On the melodies with the high notes ringing
The hoot owl hollers over everything
And the jaybird disagrees



Singin' in the night time, singing in the day

The little duck quacks, then he's on his way

The 'possum ain't got much to say
And the porcupine talks to himself

All God's critters got a place in the choir
Some sing low, some sing higher
Some sing out loud on the telephone wires
And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they got now

Illustration for the 1917 book Christmas in the Wood by Philip Vinton Clayton


It's a simple song of living sung everywhere
By the ox and the fox and the grizzly bear
The grumpy alligator the the hawk above
The sly raccoon and the turtle dove

All God's critters got a place in the choir
Some sing low, some sing higher
Some sing out loud on the telephone wires
And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they got now

All God's critters got a place in the choir
Some sing low, some sing higher
Some sing out loud on the telephone wires
And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they got now

Above photos from the Halloween critter parade in Black Mountain NC 2024

When I've been in a choir singing this, frequently children (or adults) would give the voices of the animals at the end of each line. So it was pretty fun!

A video gives the melody, in case you want to sing along!



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Yesterday was Pearl Buck's birthday, the author of The Good Earth. Here's a quote from her, which really means a lot to me.

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating. -Pearl S. Buck, novelist, Nobel laureate (26 Jun 1892-1973)

FYI:

 Pearl Buck was born in Hillsboro, West Virginia, in 1892 to two Presbyterian missionaries, Absalom and Caroline Sydenstriker. The family moved to China when Buck was three months old, and she lived there for most of the next 40 years. As a child, she was homeschooled by her mother in the mornings. In the afternoon, she was taught classical Chinese by a scholar named Mr. Kung.

Her first novel, East Wind, West Wind, (1930) sold well, but it was her second novel, The Good Earth (1931), about a clan of Chinese peasants struggling to survive during a drought, that became an international best-seller and won Buck the Pulitzer Prize. She was awarded the Nobel Prize in literature in 1938, one of only two American women to do so (the second was Toni Morrison).

Friday, June 26, 2026

Sepia photos with wood

Unknown 1911 location. I remember my parents having one of those sling chairs like the man is lounging in....a canvas strip adhered at a top and bottom bar, with wood struts which collapsed so it could easily be carried around.


Madison County NC shows another wood frame hanging from the ceiling with fabric attached, this time to be quilted with the cotton batting which is shown around  the edges. 1936

More use of wood and ropes on a derelict dock, with industrial gravel piled in the distance waiting to be shipped somewhere. Tampa Bay Florida in the 2000s.


Daughter of white tobacco sharecropper at country store in Person County, North Carolina, circa 1939.


 

Women having tea, New Zealand, 1890.

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Thursday, June 25, 2026

Nature in a pot

 No nothing about pot, not even really about pottery either!

Just what is growing in my pots. Here all the other buds but one have fallen off, and this is what the cactus is putting out.

I don't know if Ms Spider came inside with her web or not. 

Tiny but mighty succulents.




I gave away the other big square planter, but plan to take this with me when I move...as well as these happy Kalanchoes.

My Spirit House to invite good vibes to visit!


These succulents are getting more sun. I should take the others outside to the porch railing too.



Unfold your own myth.
Rumi




Very strange, this Kalanchoe is not doing well, and then I just stuck a flower from the other one into the pot, and it's still blooming after 2 weeks. I think this is one of the pots which got the fungus in it a couple of years ago.

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Being present lets us experience each moment in our lives in a way that cannot be fully lived through memory or fantasy.




Wednesday, June 24, 2026

Just a month left

 





I wonder why I'm not drawn to go to the beach one more time this summer before I move out west. I could certainly do so. I've sat in the sand and enjoyed the interaction with salty waves many times, enjoying the connection with all the waters that flow around our earth.

But no, I can let the rest of humanity have their sunburns, sandy toes, and damp bathing suits. I am happy enough with drinking lots of water. That's become my connection with all the earth's many-times-recycled waters. You can remind me I said this today if I ever complain about the dryness of Colorado!



Making blueberry pancakes the other day...with frozen blueberries. I'd drop a few onto each pancake after the batter was poured in the pan. So I got lovely blueberry stains on my fingernails!


I do prefer the smaller ones to the great big grandmother size pancakes.



A view of the cooking layout for my new apartment in Durango. It's not much different than the one I now have, though a bit older and smaller. Which actually is close to describing myself, except I'm not much smaller!

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Reminder: Drop over to see Art in Bloom - Alchemy of Clay blog which has some photos each day for this year's display of art with floral arrangements at the Black Mountain Center for the Arts