Sometimes we mean to come back to them, even when we know they might not be there when we come back
Sometimes we’re just done
or resting
Sometimes it’s just not right
and other times it can’t be helped
Yes, it’s really Fall now, here in the Northern Hemisphere. Almost time for some things to close, but not yet
(Actually — disclaimer notice — this park is in Florida. I suppose it only closes when the winds come. Well, sometimes life is like that too. )
Backs are kind of wonderful. They enable us to walk after all (just try it when your back is out) and they go on expressing a whole lot more than we think, behind our backs, as it were.
Sometimes it’s determination
and sometimes just attitude
or conscientiousness
or maybe, resignation
or that end of the day thing
which everybody gets
The easy answer, of course, is at the antique store, at the second-hand shop, maybe, in your attic. Not in mine, I’m sorry to say. I have a rocking chair, but it dates to 1989 and you can tell.
It isn’t very comfortable either — at least for me. At one time in my life (somewhere in the 90’s) I had a group that met regularly at my apartment. One tall young man always took this chair. Then I realized why it wasn’t comfortable for (short) me. Rocking chairs have a symbolic quality, not just because they’re what we’re supposed to be sitting in, whiling away old age. At least I choose to think that. I think they might stand for ease in company — for anybody.
A favorite aunt brought me to the first second-hand store I ever went to. We had to drive quite a distance to find it. In our rural area, if you were done with something, you just gave it to somebody else. It was quite amazing to find you could just go out to a store and find treasures. These photos were take outside Circa, one of my favorite treasure hordes.
And this is the item I would have bought, had I the money or space for it. I likes these bowls too.
and this
and I was tempted (as always) to go inside.
But this is what I really would have bought. Doesn’t it look comfy?
The children whose school garden this is have been learning something more than reading and writing. Yesterday, thanks to a friend, I was able to visit and see 
what they’ve been growing in a beautiful garden, which is now somewhat past its prime, but still producing
food and other beautiful things
as well as lessons. The plant below, I’m informed, is okra
and this next is a pumpkin blossom. This garden obviously wants to keep on going.
After that pleasant visit, I went on over to Whole Foods for some provisioning of my own and found that they were into the school garden spirit too.
and had some lovely produce of their own to display.
I was glad for all of it, and for these flowers too.
Do I photograph geese a lot? I photograph geese a lot. Perhaps for the same reason people climb mountains or rob banks. They’re there. Or here. And then they leave, but only for a while. Despite their Canadian nomenclature, they don’t seem to like the pond as well when it’s frozen over. Which brings to mind a picture of a goose in ice skates. Never mind. I would certainly photograph that if it appeared. Meanwhile,
there’s what geese really do.
including hold up traffic. Ave, vale, guys. We look forward to seeing you again soon.
Whatever the season, I like to go and look at the pond, and sometimes take its picture.
In the Fall, which is fast upon us here, it has a quality of stillness that’s different from other times of the year.
Some things are closing down. 
The geese will leave for a while, probably come back around March. And this picture (from a year ago) reminds me what’s coming.
Putting goods on display must be as old as commerce itself — so it’s not hard to imagine how the first merchants to have windows on their shops realized they could fill those windows with display. Display nobody could handle, but everybody could dream over. This is the Flax window (I’ll bet you could tell) on the downtown mall. They change their display regularly. It’s always attractive.
And always somewhat the same, even in its differences. I like to catch it at the seasons. The above is from Christmas 2012. Below is a more recent shot. The sale is over now and so is the summer season that provoked it.
Whether they’re just resting,
waiting for a new owner,
or on the go! A few more months of good bike weather here. It’s something to be glad about.
Work is
whatever it is
wherever
it is
it’s what it is
Happy Labor Day
wherever you are.
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