Whether poetry or prose, it’s been difficult to post to the blog under the current political atmosphere of chaos and confusion that has become addicting for those of us who are still hoping to ferret out the truth. Though adding to the whole mess with more political poems is difficult to resist, with few facts, they are seldom enlightening. Like so many other people, we’ve not only sought ways to wean ourselves from the “latest”, but celebrate the positive with the many uplifting alternatives that surround us, reminders of the joy and grace that plays out before our eyes if we keep them open.
We shipped our last load of calves in the middle of May, and since selected our replacement heifers that will get their Brucellosis vaccinations on Wednesday. We will start supplementing them and our 1st and 2nd calf heifers soon thereafter as we prepare them to calve in September. Our carrot has been the 50th Anniversary of the Sea Chest Oyster Bar in Cambria (70 degrees). A month long celebration, we were in attendance for a couple of enjoyable nights.
Back home to 100+ degrees:
The distant hawk’s bare branch at dawn
awaits fuzzy-headed movement
to fall like an arrow fledged with patience.
The sun crawls across the flats
without a sound, wild oats bent
like blond hair combed into the light.
Shadows stretch beneath hillside oaks
into the puddled creek where an egret
goes fishing before breakfast.
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I really like the way you paint a a picture with your words, John! Give Robin my love.
Sophie Britten
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Next time you’re over this way, we’d love to have you visit. My husband Bob grew up on Ash Mountain and graduated from Woodlake High School before attending UC Berkeley in the 60’s. We have most of your books and have followed your postings for as long as we’ve lived on a ranch at the top of Hwy 46W in Cambria. Bob’s mom (Mary Pierce) grew up on the Pierce Ranch in Three Rivers, and his brother Nick, still owns the old ranch house where the north and south rivers meet. We just love your Dry Crik Journal! All the best, Sue & Bob Hartzell
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How nice! Thank you.
There has been something magical for me in those canyons and draws from the top of 46W to Highway 1 ever since I was a kid. How fortunate are are you! And yes, we’ll take you up on a visit.
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I love the visual word choices you have in this poem.
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Congratulations on your sensible response and ability to perceive and savor the joys and solace that our poor battered world still, miraculously, offers up every day. Sometimes it feels as if we have been extremely fortunate in that we have been here just in time to get the last of the best. May heaven help the generations succeeding ours.
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