The Penultimate

Let's cross the bridge to the past.  (Somewhere in Pennsylvania, sometime in September of 2006.)

Let’s cross the bridge to the past. (Somewhere in Pennsylvania, sometime in September of 2006.)

The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be the beginning.

~ Ivy Baker Priest

Back in September of 2006, in anticipation of a temporary move to West Chester, Pennsylvania, I started a little blog called Life in the Bogs.  It was not meant to be anything more than an online newsletter for family and friends so they could keep up with M and I as we went on our sabbatical adventures.  This was not my first experience with blogging.  I’ve been doing it in some form since 1999.  But Life in the Bogs was the first blog I created under my own name (rather than a pseudonym).

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Herald of spring

Electric crocuses

Electric crocuses

Spring drew on… and a greenness grew over those brown [garden] beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.

~ Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

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At the water’s edge

On the edge of the pond

On the edge of the pond

Water does not resist.  Water flows.  When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress.  Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you.  But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it.  Water is patient.  Dripping water wears away a stone.  Remember that, my child.  Remember you are half water.  If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it.  Water does.

~ Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

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Lucky

The Luck of the Barn

The Luck of the Barn

Some luck lies in not getting what you thought you wanted but getting what you have, which once you have it you may be smart enough to see is what you would have wanted had you known.

~ Garrison Keillor

Today’s Capture Your 365 prompt is Lucky, and the email suggested things such as horseshoes and four-leaf clovers and whatever might be lucky for you.  M and I keep all our superstitions on the barn.

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Monday morning walk

Icicles hanging from the barn roof

Icicles hanging from the barn roof

Let’s take a walk.  It’s cold, but sunny.  Bundle up and you’ll be fine.  And boots!  Don’t forget to wear boots.  This is the Bogs, after all.

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Snow and geese

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Today’s view of the pond

To what can our life on earth be likened?
To a flock of geese,
alighting on the snow.
Sometimes leaving a trace of their passage.

~ Su shi

The snow is flying on this cold Sunday in March, and I’m just settling back in at home after spending the weekend with my granddaughters and their parents.  It was lovely, and one of my favorite ways to spend a weekend.

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Lost in the details

Lost in the details

Detailing the fence

Nothing is less real than realism.  Details are confusing.  It is only by selection, by elimination, by emphasis, that we get at the real meaning of things.

~ Georgia O’Keeffe

Before we go for today’s walk, the Weekly Photo Challenge is Lost in the Details and I thought I’d take a stab at it.  I actually took this photo while out on my morning walk, before I knew what the challenge would be.  I like the details and texture of the fence, the snow, the wire, the wood slats, and even the fence post off to the left side of the photo.  I don’t know why I keep coming back to this fence and the hay bale it sits on.  I may have enough photos of them now to fill a large room.  Perhaps it’s the wabi-sabi aspect.  I’ve been watching the hay bale and fence slowly erode with time.

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