John Muir (1924)
It has been said that trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment rooted in the ground. But they never seem so to me. I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!
I thought of this poem
through out the stormy night.
Current off for 7 hours and was a delight when it came back on.
Will be a all day of rain.
I told my son that I had flashlights in every room and keep a drawer
full of fresh batteries for occasions like this.
He made the comment that he was accustomed to this kind of
weather as it rained and current problems were frequent in Thailand.
At this time it is still raining hard
and I welcome this stay quiet and inside day that is beginning.
Special guests yesterday, a nephew I had not seen in years, his wife and
handsome 5 year old son. A wonderful time of family sharing.
Billy has shared much of his genealogy search over the years and along with
my second cousin Ronnie who are such a value and joy to me as I document much for my
children and grandchildren.
I gave a farm bell that hung on the family cows neck of my grandfather's
and this would be his great grandfather. Have pointed out this large brass
bell to children many times and no one seemed to be interested in it :)
I did not realize that my nephew birthday was the same day as mine
Did I know and forget or never know.....