The thing that has fascinated me most in life is Time, the passage of it and my relationship to it as I age.
I was born in 1957; the first artificial satellite, Sputnik, was put into orbit by the Commies and set off a panic here....the first Pink Flamingo lawn ornament rolled off the assembly line, and "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" was first published, by Dr. Seuss, Burt Bacharach joined with lyracist Hal David to create some wonderful songs and five days after I was born, John Lennon was introduced to Paul McCartney (!)
Things that matter most to me are family, friends, my kitty kats, plants, art, making art....laughing and making friends laugh, continuing to find peace of mind. I see affirmation posts on Tumblr esp by young folks and I wish them luck with this one....it's probably more of a life-long journey than something we magically happen upon.
I love the plant world, and feel an kinship, as if I actually were one. They're the other major form of life we share this planet with, but very few of our race treat them with the dignity and respect they deserve.
We hear of animal rights, thank God, but not enough of plant rights.
I remind people: we need them, for the air we breathe and the food we eat, they're not dependent upon us!
So sit back and enjoy one man's musings on the world of plants, cats, stories of my lifetime, and of course my manly man beard and its history.
Thanks for visiting.
"Where or When" is a song by the team of Rogers and Hart. Lorenz Hart was a gifted lyricist, who happened to be gay, and wrote lyrics to some of the most beautiful love songs I've ever heard. The wonderful melodies were composed by Richard Rogers, before he teamed up with Hammerstein.
What I wouldn’t do to see some moss-green moss covering a rock today.
Part of my patio garden christened, The Gully.
When I shared my excitement for this new water feature in my garden with my Mom last summer, she said in one of our phone calls, “Have fun in the gully!”, recreating something she would have told me before my next adventure as a kid. She said it to delight me, of course, as a re-creation of sorts.
When I was around 7—-17years old I’d play in a small spring-fed ravine near where I grew up in Pittsburgh, I affectionately called, “The Gully”.
When my siblings and I were very young we asked our Mother if we could change the radio station to pop/rock ones. My Father never let us, and I like to think he missed out on some of the most beautiful music ever composed.
Eventually we stopped having to ask our Mother, she simply enjoyed the music along with us.
One of the lines I misheard (analog had a way of obscuring lyrics) was something about a shirt in a deep forest green. Sometime in the seventies I asked her for a sweater “in a deep forest green”….and I received it for Christmas.
Now I’ve found three photos from this party (other family members have been cropped out)—-I’ve posted two other photos before.
I think it was my 21st Birthday party. My family celebrated my Nono’s, who’s was three days after mine, together. So this would have been July 1979.
My first beard; I waited till after high school, until I could grow a full one. It made me so happy. It made me feel older, more masculine and mature. Getting called “Sir” in a checkout line was novel.
What a great exhibit, from 2003. Many of da Vinci’s drawings ended up in the Queen’s hands. On the back of several works enclosed in glass, showing both sides, you could see the last exhibit the work was in…..one I remember had last been exhibited fifty years prior. The lighting for the show was very low of course to preserve the works for hopefully another five hundred years. But like so many shows today, the crowd was up to six deep! Ugh.
I did enjoy busting a guy who brought his own mini flashlight and projected it onto each work. The gall! I touched his shoulder and said “Stop that!” :-D