Fall rose...

...perhaps I should look to something as simple as you to guide me. Despite torrential summer rains that drowned the fragile seed corn, earth cracking drought and wind that left some grasses brown and bent, and the ever present ravaging of Japanese beetles, you continue to persevere in a wondrous way that never ceases to astound me. Even when Winter drives you to a snow covered sleep, you come back in the spring with no grudges and no remorse. You just do what you do.

Thank you, my friends who noticed my stirring. I am startled, and humbled. For now I think I will pause and ponder the demonstrative advice of this one... fall rose.

I am off to the 18th century this weekend, to paint and play and watch the sand hill cranes dance among glacial kames .... and that is always a good place to think.

New or Re-newed?

A whole lot has gone on since I posted here last and I don't feel like I am the same person as I was. As a result, I wonder if I should jumpstart this blog and resume my blithering here or if I should go elsewhere and create a new, more accurate manefestation of my former self.
If I do that, should I stand forward and take off my veil - and be revealed? If what I have to say is worthy of saying to the larger audience, then perhaps I should have the where-with-all to stand behind my blog.
Or maybe I should just roll over and go back to sleep....perchance to dream...