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The Great Big Middle…

They (you know, self-proclaimed experts unwilling to be named) claim that variety is the spice of life. If that is true…then the middle of my literary year was spicy.

Grab your drink of choice and come on a time, place, and topic tour of the great middle portion — from the time the snow should melt until gardens yield fruit.

Tang Dynasty China — ninth century AD to most of us — proved to be the earliest time period I encountered. I visited the British Isles several times – Regency era, Victoria’s reign, and the first half of the twentieth century. Some visits were fiction, but others factual. (Some days I feel the line is blurred.) Brief visits to Okinawa, a Caribbean Island, Bostwana, Bankok, and Iraq added a dash of spice to the rich assortment of United States locations – Florida, California, Idaho, New York, Texas, and Missouri to name several. And a visit or two to the future or a fantasy world allowed questions of dragons and next century Chicago to dance with the real world.

What shall I read for dessert? What’s a good topic to end a year of travel between the pages?

Join me next Tuesday for the wrap-up.

For more detail on selected volumes — click on over to the “Review” page and read about some of my recent favorites.

 

 

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Seek and Point

The world can be a dangerous place. It’s a canine duty to alert their humans to the hazards.

Large, bulky items such as a strange human on the front lawn earn a verbal alarm. Other substantial threats can be found visually on a quick circuit of the primary world boundaries. This same sentry circuit will often rid the property of smaller hazards also — rabbits, squirrels, the cat from down the street.

Then the real work begins. A careful member of any security detail pays attention to the small things. Little items the humans my discount, or not notice, need extra attention. Yes, I’m talking crickets, toads, and the rare invisible baby zombie. A girl can’t be too careful. Who will feed, water, and pet me if the monsters take over?

No hazard is too small for a closer look.
No hazard is too small for a closer look.

Meet a collie team of security “experts” in Starr Tree Farm. Available in ebook or paperback.

 

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Sky Gazing

One of the more photographed objects this summer has been the moon. Or should I say “super moon”. By now I think you’ve see video on the TV or still pictures on Facebook with the extra large, extra close, full moon framed by famous landmarks.

It’s a beautiful site. One of the few astronomical events enjoyable where artificial light distracts from planets and other transient objects. It hangs there, above the horizon as a yellow to orange disk pulling your attention. (Careful when driving.)

A few days ago, while out for my morning walk, I encountered it again. Large, white in a blue sky. I can hear it call — Hey! I’m more than a nightlight.

Super Morning Moon
Super Morning Moon
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Organic Marker

The end came suddenly. Unexpected.

The morning began with a thunderstorm. Wind tested the flex of the branches while fat  raindrops washed bits of dust and pollution from the leaves. The violence passed and left a light, nourishing rain in its wake. But one large limb, a third of the bulk, lay prone, leafy branches mere steps from the building.

The remainder of the tree stood tall then, the top taller than the two story building it guarded. You could imagine it sighing, welcoming the overdue moisture to roots.  Welcoming damp against the fresh wound.  Perhaps dreaming of the children it had watched and sheltered during the years. They chased each other around the expanding trunk. Played in the deep red fall leaves. And laughed as the white blossoms fell like snow in the spring.

The truck and trailer arrived out of the misty rain. Two men exited the cab and donned hard hats. Then they grabbed the chainsaws and readied for the attack.

Within minutes proud branches lay sprawled across a patch of lawn, sidewalk and into the parking lot. The men cut with surgical precision before lifting the tree, portion by portion, into the hungry wood chipper. They were tidy and efficient. All that remains now is a memory and a marker (temporary until men return with a grinder).

R.I.P. Bradford Pear
R.I.P. Bradford Pear

No wind damage in the apple orchard. Check out Hiding Places to find Linc and Mona’s story.  Available as ebook or paperback from Amazon or Barnes & Noble.

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View from the Top

Engineers and construction workers have combined to make the way sturdy and even. The builders of this structure would have climbed a narrow, twisted path or steps constructed of dirt with perhaps a little wood added.

After all, construction a thousand years ago proceeded at a slower pace. A large rectangular mound for ceremonies was not  built in a year, or even one generation. Like the great cathedrals of Europe, the Native Americans took their time and left imposing structures with the materials provided by nature.

This is not the first long set of outdoor steps I’ve climbed. My first impression of the large, public buildings in Washington, DC as a young child was steps. I attended a university where ninety-nine steps connected the dorms and dining hall of upper campus with the classrooms, labs, and library of lower campus. Once, and only once, I followed the trail which included some concrete steps to the crest of Diamond Head. This happens to be the most recent climb I’ve made.

Evidence of a Climb
Evidence of a Climb

 

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Home to Let

Longer hours of sunshine. Warmer temperatures. Active minds turn to thoughts of….moving?

It’s that time again. Time to tour the neighborhood with the mate and decide on housing. What’s taken? Will it be large enough? Beware the neighbors — they can shorten a body’s life span. How’s the view?

They come in a variety of shapes and sizes. Some require more work than others. Better not be claustrophobic for some of the pre-fab models. They are looking for families — first home or a different location for veterans.

“I want that one.” She circles it.

“Too gaudy.” He insists. “Those are unnatural colors, hard on the eyes.”

“You’re jealous that it’s flashier than you are. I’m moving in.”

Proud to call St Louis home.
Proud to call St Louis home.

Baseball home opener is April 7, 2014.

Paperback edition of Starr Tree Farm now available at http://www.amazon.com

 

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Not Seasonal

Charity:  an act or feeling of generosity; giving aid to the poor.

Once or twice a year the media brings charity toward the top of the agenda. I notice it the most from Thanksgiving to New Year’s. Coat drives and food drives pop up with malls and businesses serving as collection points.

This is good. Sharing and giving are two important lessons that should be learned early in life. Please don’t limit the time or make it only during the end of year holidays.

Empty cupboards and closets persist year round. Food banks and thrift stores appreciate donations any month or week of the year.

Welcome at Food Banks year round.
Welcome at Food Banks year round.

 

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After the Storm

Part of the adventure of living in the center of the United States is the weather.

Winds and weather fronts approach from any direction. (Okay, from the East is rare.) During the winter cold arctic air attacks from the North. Then it’s pushed away by some warm air with Gulf moisture. Add a system from the Pacific after it’s shed moisture over the Western mountains. You have a virtual stew of weather — a place where on one day you can have snow, ice, rain, and sunshine.

A few weeks ago we had a snow storm — on of those that went into the record books as one of the top five. Since then we’ve had a mix of warmer sunny days, another ration or two of snow to remind us of the season, and rain to hasten the snow melt. Only remnants of the snow and ice linger in the shady places. I found this example on a popular hiking/biking trail.

Reason to stay alert!
Reason to stay alert!
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Which one???

It’s a popular activity page for young children. Three or four drawings or photos are shown with a question. Which one does not belong?

Sesame Street does it to music.

It can be reversed. Which two (or three) are the same?

This example showed up during a recent morning walk.

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From my vantage point I’d say that the wind has already removed the gift wrap from one of the new automobiles. Are they post-Christmas presents? I hope they are near the end of their journey.

Are you looking for a post-Christmas read? Try Starr Tree Farm set in the cool climes of January Wisconsin. Available at Amazon.com and bn.com

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Double Duty

Personal fitness gets a lot of attention in America.

Walkers, runners, and bikers use trails in parks and along abandoned rail lines. Many people join a gym. A smaller number use it regular. Another group of people take classes for specific exercises, swimming, or dancing.

Walking is my exercise of choice. I’ve discovered by trial and error that it’s one I’ve been able to maintain for more than a week or two. So six days a week I leave my  home and walk a route of about a mile and a half. This route takes me past a gym. At the hour I pass, several of the treadmills are in use, sometimes a Stairmaster, and other patrons are too deep into the building to see in a casual glance.

At least one patron combines gym time with other exercise. Confirmation? The bike stored between the double doors early one Sunday morning.