Sunset on Summer 16 Thursday, Sep 29 2016 

Our first legit cool front of the season is blowing across the prairie this evening.  It’s been a long, wet summer.   Hot, too, but we’ll remember this one more for being wet.  Memories of the great August flood will endure, but that super-sensational rain event notwithstanding, the entire season from June through August was rainy.

The silver lining this late summer/early fall of the season is really not silver—-it’s orange and brown, gray and pink.  September sunsets splash across the sky, awash in autumn’s smokey harvest hues.  Good bye, summer.  Welcome, fall.img_0636

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Small Town Americana: Football Sunset on the Friday Night Cajun Prairie Friday, Sep 23 2016 

14369948_10210261940966331_6878946588461921302_nSunsets along the Gulf Coast this time of year can be spectacular.  So tonight from the home stands at Blue Jay Field, looking across the home team’s sideline toward the west,  I rejoiced in the prairie’s flatness that allows this captivating perspective of creation.  The  setting sun’s dazzling, colorful splash across the darkening  sky defies imagination’s capacity to grasp eternity: May we stand in awe of the Creator of  sunset!

In-service Daze Saturday, Sep 17 2016 

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The sustenance of an all-morning in-service: Not by bread alone.

How many tedious, butt-numbing hours of in-service,  committee service, and administrative service  accumulate in thirty-seven years of a career in education?  I’m not sure of the number of  hours in answer to that question, but surely enough hours that add up to many, many daze.

In most of these meetings, especially the ones that go on for multiple hours, the endurance of will pits the mind versus the behind: Which portion of the anatomy has greater capacity than the other to absorb the abuse resulting from interminable hours of squirming in an uncomfortable chair, of straining to remain alert (and at times, awake!).

Sometimes the mind prevails, other times the behind, but in all cases, the contest is nip and tuck.  And in reality, neither wins—-in the meeting-bureaucracy of educational administration, both mind and behind are well-acquainted with losing.

A Thyme For All Season[ing]s Sunday, Sep 11 2016 

Sarah posted this on her Facebook wall a few days ago.  Too good of a thought not to give the permanence of a blog post.  Take it away, Sarah Ann . . .

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What’s the cost of so much thyme?

Cleaned out my spice rack and found:
I can no longer claim I don’t have enough thyme!

 Can’t figure out why I have so much thyme on my hands!
Maybe because thyme is of the essence!
Meanwhile, I’ll just have a good ole thyme with all my thyme!
I’d better start killing some thyme!
It’s going to take some thyme this thyme!😆

When the obvious is the obvious… Wednesday, Sep 7 2016 

I’ve got to believe that the city traffic planner who posted this  marker at the intersection of 12th and Park Avenue did so in jest.  Is a traffic sign even necessary?  That makes as much sense as planting a “Slower Traffic Keep Right” sign in the unpaved, single-lane alley that runs behind the house.

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No kidding?

Wild Wisteria: The Medusa Vine Friday, Sep 2 2016 

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Wisteria shoots bristle like venomous tentacles: Medusa’s locks!

Anything green and growing in this part of creation has loved summer 2016.  Never a dry spell—- showers, even floods, abounding from spring till now.

And so the Wisteria vines flourish and thrive above all.  I have trimmed and trimmed and trimmed the unruly shoots at least once a week since May.  However, the more I trim and prune, the more  the vines roar back with determined ferocity.

This time of late summer, when in normal years the tumultuous vines  have slowed  in their increase, I think of Medusa, that hideous goddess of antiquity, whose unruly locks writhed with venomous fury.   Such is my nemesis, the Wisteria vines!