My schedule this semester is putting me behind the eight ball, but I didn’t want to miss Halloween. I have some neighbors who really do justice to the season and so most of this is from their display.
This is what happens when you don’t brush your teeth, right?
I guess this is her sister, bad orthodontistry.
And these guys — not from anybody’s seasonal display. But don’t they look as if they’re saying trick or treat?
Hope yours is full of fun.
The view from far away can look so good. Do your thoughts go there?
It might be hard to tell just what you’re looking at. And sometimes
it’s not so great at all. Other times, it even seems inviting.
Or one just wonders
And sometimes the view is looking back atccha.
Cars and trucks are mighty fine. So are airplanes and buses. This is just a mediation on how many ways there are of getting around.
Even getting to work (this was taken in the employee parking lot of a local hospital).
And there’s getting around just for the fun of it
and in the imagination
and by train (Yonkers, New York, taken from the train)
Or on foot
or just catching a ride.
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.
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.
It’s a concept that’s disappearing in some parts of the world, but Charlottesville still has one. The parking is difficult, but the offerings are attractive.
and varied.
There’s entertainment too.
and it’s a place where people congreate.
and look for help.
Even hermits in their fastness depend on somebody for food. If it’s not a person delivering food, it’s a person supplying the wherwithall to catch the food. Imagine here, a picture of someone with a rifle — or a bow and arrow. It doesn’t matter. The hermit who’s a vegetarian, tending his isolated garden, even that guy. And most of us need even more than that…
Even when, or maybe, especially when, it’s somebody to show the way…
Or make the way (at least for a while)
Whaddya Mean Rosebuds? 