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Lilies of the Valley, Black Mountain NC April 16, 2026

Thursday, April 16, 2026

Those for whom I'm grateful!

 Thankful Thursday 

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Some archaeology for you...

The Cybele plate is a Bronze gilded disc dated ca 300-200 BC discovered at Ai-Khanoum, Bactria (today northern Afghanistan). It depicts Kybele, the Anatolian mother goddess, riding a chariot together with a winged goddess, most likely Nike. The chariot is pulled by lions and above them are depicted the Sun Helios, the moon and the morning star.

But who is the figure on the far right? I will have to do some more research, I'm thinking.


This weekend a friend and her hubby are going to a beach near Charleston SC. They will probably see this. I am so grateful that they'll get to enjoy this...as they have been so giving in helping me while I was sick.


Sedona AZ offered a wonderful vista for one of my daughters-in-law last week. Simply heavenly!

Another daughter-in-law shared her prize of "Best Dessert" at Florida Foodies Fest for her Macarons. (Not macaroons!) St. Petersburg, FL.



Another daughter-in-law in the red shirt came out to support Allison Russo, (in white jacket) a candidate for Ohio Secretary of State, and "Moms Demand Action for Gun Sense in America"


When a son divorces the mother of my grandkids, she becomes a friend as well as ex-daughter-in-law. I wish her many ways of happiness.




A huge thank you to all my blog friends who have sent supportive comments while I was hospitalized and first at home dealing with total focus on my health. It was so appreciated by this elder who continues to hope for other things to be of interest than myself!

Wednesday, April 15, 2026

Garden Bloggers Bloom Day

 
Sharing with Garden Bloggers Bloom Day - on the 15th of the month.

Outside my front door, a kind of spastic azalea. Or perhaps split personality? A dark butterfly is on the lower right blossom.



The bewildering array of oxygen tanks with a gauge saying the connected one is empty (in the red). Someone turned it all the way "on" while I was gone...or perhaps the EMTs as they left to take me to hospital Friday the 3rd. Now I need to figure out how to switch the gauge setup to another tank so I can try carrying it around, if I so choose. So far I haven't felt much difference with oxygen "as needed." Mainly it's a pain in the "feet don't trip over the tubing" all over the place inside the house. I have two other methods of  getting O2 in portable ways.


Our native Flame Azalea, pruned and placed in a parking lot.







Tuesday, April 14, 2026

My experience here

 




View of the building in which I live.



by Keith Ramos.USFWS




Pocket balcony is great for springtime fresh air. Until the pollen from my lovely maples gets too strong!



Have you noticed how many photos from space include the Straits of Hormuz? 


Monday, April 13, 2026

In the hood

 

At the base of these ancient maples are a wonderful patch of lilies of the valley (the closest group is blooming.) Behind it is a small azalea white azalea bush.

The closer maples haven't fully fluffed with leaves quite yet This is from my balcony on the south facing side of the apartment. 


When I look out my north  facing front door, I can see the balconies (yes very small!) on the next building. My apartment is also on the upper level of my building. A clever design for these steep slopes.


Again from my front door, looking down the walkway between the buildings.



My brain continues to lag - there are two pieces of something I need to put together for breathing treatment...I pick up the wrong one, don't go so far as to try to connect it, but notice that there wasn't any selective thought ahead of the action, and complete it.

It's like the internet Sunday morning. Slow as molasses. Sometimes I select my choices, key in my own desires, and wait about 4-6 seconds to see if it will happen.

For my brain, it's not a matter of too many users, but this one has reverted to maybe 8 years old. Or earlier.

I am enjoying some rather abstract ideas, so I'm not back totally to concrete operational thinking. Like today I realized that God is a metaphor much as we anthropomorphize so many things around us...the animals with names, plants, and in my case, even my car.

But do I trust myself to drive that car?

Maybe later. But I'm quickly running out of toilet tissue. Needs must.

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What if I stopped now? Usually this is where I’d share some wise sayings, or editorial comments. But I can let things go…just watch me!


Sunday, April 12, 2026

Sepia "Sunday?"

 I knew I had some interesting old homes to share, but it took a while before I could plug in the external hard drive to search for them.


Sepia Saturday says: "We've always been proud of our houses. Once affordable cameras became available to the general public, we have highlighted that pride by having our photographs taken outside our houses. It doesn't matter whether we are talking about mansions or cottages, caravans or terraces: we want our photographs taking whilst we are lined up alongside them. This week on Sepia Saturday we are celebrating houses and you are invited to share your old photographs by posting them on or around Saturday 11th April and leaving a link ..."

I love this neat old house...when it was not brand new, but the yard was established with flowers and a tree had been planted, as well as a big bush by the front steps. That could be the man who did most of the hard work leaning against the wall.



Google street photo of my Geat grandfather, Alexander John Swasey's home, where my grandmother grew up, Galveston TX.


Alexander John Swasey, 1853-1913. I don't know much about GGranddad Swasey, as there are just dates bookmarking his life. His wife was a Christian Science practitioner, as well as my grandmother when she grew to adulthood.

GGranddad Swasey was born in Charleston SC, just before the Civil War, while his ship-captain father was imprisoned for the duration 1861-65. His father returned from Massachusetts prison to die in Charleston in 1866.  How  did John (as he went by that name) get to Galveston? That's probably where he met his wife, who he married in 1881. My grandmother Ada Swasey Rogers, was born there in 1886.

She married George Rogers and he built a house, which was still standing in the 1970s. I'm searching for photos that were taken then.

House built by George Rogers Sr. in Galveston, TX




I've posted a bit before about Galveston and my family which came from there.
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Our front steps were often the site for family photos...my mother on the left, and obviously in love with my dad centered, with grandmom the next step down ...San Antonio TX. My parents married November 1936, and lived with his parents for a while. 


Mother and dad, with baby sister, and myself standing in front of my first home in Dallas TX 1946.


Christmas 1954 in St. Louis, my sister Mary on left, and myself on the right in our poodle skirts and dolls. At 12, I was a bit old for a doll. But loved the faux collar of red velvet with bead work.

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Liberty leading the people by  Delacroix.




Thanks to unknown photographer.

Update on my health...progressing healing along at home again. Whoopee!

Friends have kept me going!










Saturday, April 11, 2026

Visiting Flat Creek again

 Visiting Flat Creek in Montreat NC...I was attracted to these medium size little fish.

Three fish on a rock. I first noticed this kind of fish, much bigger than the many minnows, by it's actions of stirring up mud which showed where they were through the reflections on the water. 

Friends say they are probably Northern Hogsuckers.


Wikipedia says this:

The northern hogsucker (Hypentelium nigricans) is a freshwater ray-finned fish belonging to the family Catostomidae, the suckers. It is native to the United States and Canada where it is found in streams and rivers. It prefers clear, fast-flowing water, where it can forage on the riverbed for crustaceans, mollusks, aquatic insects, algae and detritus. It turns over small pebbles and scrapes materials off rocks and sucks up the particles, and other species of fish sometimes station themselves downstream from its activities. Breeding takes place on gravel bottoms in shallow riffles in late spring. This fish is susceptible to such man-made disturbances as channelization, sedimentation, pollution, and dam construction. However, it has a wide range and is a common species so the International Union for Conservation of Nature has rated its conservation status as being of "least concern".

Are they edible? Nothing said so.





There used to be a foot bridge across the creek to a short trail on the other side, as well as a lengthy trail up to the town of Montreat, and another trail which went up the mountain to a lookout. This parking area is no longer an access to any of them, thanks to Hurricane Helene which flooded the whole area.

This is part of the bed of the bridge which has been cobbled together, but as you can see on the right half, it only has the support struts, and no planks upon which to walk. Further downstream is a repaired road crossing which provides access to the public utilities on the far side, and probably the trails if they are open.

The gravel road on the opposite side just goes to a little shed for the utility people around the curve. The huge bolder in the creek used to be further upstream and I often would sit in that area.

Here's a photo of that tree and rock taken 3 weeks before the storm Sept 29, 2024. 


April 1, 2026 with a bit of the debris still at the base of the trees.


Fun just looking at reflections, then I noticed all the activity under the water!



Standing on this bank, you can see how I was higher over the water on this side of the creek.

But I got my photos and returned to my own life.

First I bought a $3 cup of lemonade from these two boys (seen here selling some to a couple of hikers as well) Wow, I asked what the money was going for (thinking how Montreat is a community of retired Presbyterian ministers, as well as a Christian college.) The lad said something about 2 other percentages, and he would put 10% in his savings. 


I drove back through the Montreat gateway to go enjoy a lunch of fried fish and chips!


Sorry, couldn't wait to eat a bit before the photo! It's called Mountain to Sea on the menu below.


The view from the Trailhead restaurant. I timed it wrong and missed the free lunch right across the street at the Methodist Church which is offered for contributions each Wednesday at 11:30. I didn't eat until after 12:30. But I did have seconds as my supper.









The further you distance yourself from your expectations, the more exhilarating your life will become.

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This was written several days before my recent hospitalization. This is what my normal life was like...and I hope in a few more weeks I can be back to walking around town or the woods. Until then, I'm afraid I'll rely upon stored photos.

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If you're local to me, here's a poster I was recently sent...
There have been several trainings given in the area of how to protest.