Update about blogCa

I-40 picked up the old Rte. 66 somewhere along the way, maybe Little Rock, maybe Oklahoma City. But it is the 100th anniversary of Rte 66 so I enjoyed thinking about my parents driving on part Of it in. St. Louis at least. Here we continued from Santa Rosita to Gallup NM, then left both highways to go north to CO.
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Wednesday, April 22, 2020

A hawk and a friend by the river

Happy Earth Day everyone!
 As I drove into the parking lot, slowly, I rolled down my window to try to capture the hawk that I'd just spooked and could still see on this deadwood.

 Of course he took off as I clicked the second photo...maybe those are his wings kind of vibrating the foliage above the river.

I locked the car and walked around the Swannanoa River where it had flooded so badly last year in March. This year I don't think there were any bad floods. But there were still plenty of changes of its course which are yet to be reclaimed.




A I turned to go back to my car, there was suddenly a friend striding into the clearing.

Helen and I can have conversations of hours, but this time she was planning her lunch with a muffin and a coffee and a book by the river, so I said I'd text her. She offered to pick up some groceries for me when she shopped later that afternoon. I love this photo of her!

The Friends Meeting House is probably not having any meetings at this time, but it's gardens still have beauty. And thanks to Helen, I'm having fresh salads this week. Many many thanks!

Something to think about:

"Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does."
- Margaret Atwood (The Penelopiad)