Tumbleword

Condensation on a plastic cover for "left overs"

This morning the deck had been drenched with a an evening rainfall that took the leaves and their orange golds reds down from the trees.  I really enjoyed waking to make coffe and seeing a new carpet of color out by the kitchen table.  It almost took my breath away.  Then my best buddy (PIE) called from Ashville to tell me he was freezing and it was actually snowing in the NC mountains.  Yay!  Snow.  

I bought two small blue hubbard squash yesterday. Its absolutely rare to find them here in the south. They two are good sized but for a hubbard squash which grows rather large, they are really like overgrown mellons. It is nice to have two so I can look at them (photograph their battle scars) and also when I cut into one for Thanksgiving I can still own one for later, to make a nice creamy (sour cream and milk and Regianno Cheese sifted in) hot soup with.  The giant size hubbards are impossible to cut into without letting half of it rot.  Around here, the yard critters get a lot of leftovers from my yard, like carrots and apple peels, stuff others might chuck in a trash barrel or mulch.  Its probably illegal in a city like this, but I toss scraps over the deck rail into the small plot of woods all the time.  Don't tell on me nosy neighbors, the racoons and the possums have lost their habitat because of us.

Concepts of Heaven are still calling; coming around, asking me to define it, but I told it "Don't mess with me, I got other things to do."  Should we talk to heaven that way? No.  For those who don't know, I posted back around Nov 9th about heaven and we got a good conversation started about what heaven is, where it is, etc.  We were studying the word itself.  

I am way behind on my proposition to write 5-10 pages a day for fiction but I know better (excuse, excuse) than to force garbage when I don't feel like writing.  If I write garbage it will end up chucked over the back railing and the racoons will have to suffer through it.  We actually had a squirrel break into boxes of books in a shed back there and eat novels and a few small boxed bibles stored there.  They are enlightened now, we joke.  

Have been sifting through lots of images, so that takes the psychic energy--am working on making light visible, though that sounds childish... with photography and I have a whole years worth of stuff to evaluate. 

Oh, and YES!  Happy Birthday today to Boston Billy!  TO know Boston Billy is to Love Boston Billy... You can't deny his charm.  Thanks for visiting NC this year Mr. B, even if you couldn't choose a spoon to eat your apple pie with; you were tired-funny and we love you!  Here you are a few years ago... hiding from the paparazzi again.  Does that dude Mr. TJ still drive you down the river in the boat?  I hope you pay him well.



Enjoy the new year!  I know you're all going out tonight, so have a margaritta for me when you toast to your new year... May it be full of blessings.

Also Happy Birthday (belated) to ms Ladyhawk who just posted a new batch of wonderful spiritual poems here. 

Almost had my Christmas card designed.  I would probably rather not send them, but people expect them and there are some people who it is nice to please, who won't be around forever.  Am using an old image of my grandmother (the lighthouse keeper's daughter).  Then this computer went black and ate her and its design up!  That's not nice.  Blog has been acting all winky all day too.  Must be in the air... in Mansuetude, peace to all and stay warm to those of you in the beginning of a chilly season.  Stoke the inner fires.  Spark kindness everywhere you go, this is my Tumbleword: pass out sparks of hope when you go out today, start fires in other people's eyes.  Do it before Christmas starts, before Thanksgiving... before the high holidays .. before tomorrow!  Be bold.  Spread kindness. Don't wait until "the season" and hypocracy sets in like a chill.  We're all guilty of it!

The bushes are shaking outside my window... the wind blows in... chilling the mercury--it dropped about 20 degrees today.  How much firewood is in the woodpile?  Now, that would be nice tonight. hmmm.