Gardens in the Spring

There must be farmer or gardener DNA in my genes. I am always calmed in the presence of Spring as new growth emerges from the ground.

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Take for example, the hardy hostas. They sprout up through the ground every year in dazzling greens and variations. Some are solid colored. Some have white edges with green in the middle of the leaf, and some are just the opposite, white with green edges. Such variety. They are just like people. We come in such a variety of colors and backgrounds, and when nurtured and allowed to grow, we flower for the benefit of others, for the community.

In the mornings, when the weather permits, I like to take my coffee outside to the edge of the garden. I listen to the birds, watch the sun rise, and revel in the growth of the garden. It is a peaceful place to start the day, and a reminder of the diversity of our world.

See you on the highway.

Brent

Evolution of a river bank

The rains came frequently last year,
producing a record year of precipitation
nearly twice the annual average.

Flood warnings and watches were the norm
every time a storm rolled up the Ohio River Valley
flashing lightning and pouring rain into the watersheds.

Water ran off the fields into the streams and creeks
and eventually made its way to the tributaries and rivers
which themselves empty into the mighty Ohio.

As the rivers rise and fall, the precious banks
that define a river, come under forces that only
nature can deliver—real hydro power to cut and dig.

Earlier this winter, while crossing our local bridge over the Little Miami River,
I looked up river as I usually do and saw the most massive tree
laying on its side, stretching out nearly to the middle of the river.

The flood waters took its toll and undercut the tree from its foundation.
Where once it held the river bank in check, it is now an obstacle
for canoeists and kayakers, and shelter for the fish.

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Taking time for renewal

Caesar Creek Reservoir, Waynesville, OH

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Inspired by an old friend from Granger, IN,
I wandered the back roads to Caesar Creek Reservoir
where I took time to reflect and meditate.

The world is spinning too fast.
Not physically, but the speed at which information
is flowing through the vast number of outlets.

Social media is anything but social.
Cable has too many channels, many not worth watching.
The global news says we’re on the precipice of economic tragedy.

What I need, what the world needs, is a little time out.
Disconnect for a few minutes.
Find your true self and proceed from there.

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See you on the highway.

Brent

The road north

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The landscape of the road north
changes as leafy trees are replaced
by conifers and pine.

Flat lands give way to rolling hills
created by glaciers and ice flows
thousands of years ago.

Fishing and hunting resorts,
and river rafting outfitters
line the highway at river crossings.

The road north serves
the many who call the area home,
and the tens of thousands on vacation.

Brent