What a difference a few days make. The above picture was taken yesterday, Saturday, August 27 at approximately the same place on our driveway as the following two, taken Wednesday, August 24:
When we left for home yesterday afternoon the spot looked like this:
There’s no guarantee it didn’t rain last night, so who knows what it will look like when Andy goes up today. I will let you know. Keep your fingers crossed for us!
Road Work
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Hoping for no rain!
Quite a difference. I hope any rain is light and gentle.
OMG! What an improvement! Thank God for big machines.
NICE!!!
HOPE IT LASTS!!!
Thanks for the good wishes, everyone. As of Sunday afternoon everything was still fine. Who knows what happened after that. I will keep you posted! According to the radar map we had more rain, but it doesn’t look too bad.
I send you my best wishes. I also send you the confidence that the area will renew itself in the next few years. I have seen it happen around where I live in the mountains.
I’ll say “me too” – in respect of all the comments made…
Rummuser,
Of course the area will renew itself in time. It’s the insanity of our project that fascinates me.
strong men and big equipment . . . amazing what can be done!
at least something IS being done! what a wonderful start. i’m like rummy . . . it’s just incredible how nature takes back her own and renews herself over and over.
i just read a wonderful quote in another blog . . . it’s by diane ackerman . . . you may have heard it. i had not.
“it began in mystery and it will end in mystery.
but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.”
godspeed dear little monk and friends,
tammy j
tammy,
As the saying goes
Sure, species get completely wiped out and individuals often suffer, but nature does just fine. It would be interesting to see how things change with global warming. I say “would” because I’ll probably be long gone before the most profound changes happen.
My favorite quote about nature is by Peter Mayle in Encore Provence. He explains he would never have a garden because
i loved encore provence! also… can’t read it now without picturing the british actor… was it john thaw? can’t remember his name… also played morse.
i don’t know monk, i think we might see some changes before we go! and maybe sadly, we’ll wish we didn’t have to see them. but evolution and this little planet just move on and on.
your humor and calm acceptance will see you thru these days of re structure and clean up!
Hope they put some rocks and boulders in under that dirt!
Looney,
Actually they used burned trees. We do have plenty.
i know i should be calling you jean. but i met you as cheerful monk. and little monk you shall be to me.
all in fine friendship,
tammy j
i always thought i’d like to be a monk. couldn’t be a silent order though. i talk too much. and i couldn’t be a nun. i wouldn’t want to live with a bunch of women. nope. monk it is.
My major was Organ. My professor later became one of those monks that don’t speak.
He taught that each note was to be held 3/4 of it’s value; so that the music was clear & crisp. Not the running-together-like-honey notes that organists usually do.
I’ve never played for a church. I like dissonant music.
Bach is the BEST organ music.
bhb: I had to read your whole message before I understand “My major was Organ” 🙂
I thought that must be some Americanism that I wouldn’t possibly ever understand but I see it was either playing an organ or composing music for an organ – music!
It was playing the organ & music theory– analyzing music.
tammy,
I love being thought of as cheerfulmonk. The term resonates with me.
bikehikebabe,
That’s interesting. It would be interesting to know how he made that decision. Thomas Merton told about his path in The Seven Storey Mountain. He later said he wish he hadn’t written it because he had changed so much since it was published. His readers would disagree with him. It’s a darned good book.
i’ve read all of merton! i love him. so divinely human!
and bhb … i had to laugh… we skipped from being a monk to an organ and i’m like cathy… i thought – what the? what i immediately thought of was an organ in the body of some sort.. and you were in pre med or whatever. lol.
how dumb is that! funny where your mind takes you in a split second! i do like some bach. but is it too mundane of me to absolutely LOVE puccini? i do! just an incurable romantic.
I love La Traviata so don’t know if that makes me love Verdi. Mother had the record(s) & she played it over & over so that I could almost sing it myself–if I could sing. The only thing I didn’t like about my girl’s Camp was that singing around the campfire.