First: I am glad I have updates from the porch! I am grateful for so much — even change — which is as disconcerting as ever.
Second, I [still] have NO idea where time is going. (Time Flies)
I bet you don’t either if you are a seasoned citizen! (LOL)
The clock strikes one that just struck two –
Some schism in the sum;
A sorcerer from Genesis
Has wrecked the pendulum.
~Emily Dickinson, 1883
If you see the summer of 2022 zipping by, tell it to slow down . . . as long as the AC holds, that is.
Reading Updates from the Porch
My companion on the porch this week has been King George V and his family. I am listening to Never a Dull Moment. Listening to the biography — with the benefit of knowing how many the troubles King George faced have worked out —is bittersweet.
I reading The Hidden Wound by Wendell Berry; an essay assessing the wounds that American racism has exacted in whites.
No, it’s not about white fragility!
But the author captures how unspoken habits, attitude, and words can affect people. I grew up in a time with echos of a few similar experiences.
Whether you agree with all he writes, Wendell Berry is quite a wordsmith who made me think. I would welcome your opinions.
Painting Updates from the Porch:
What I am [still] painting is elephants and geraniums. Oh — and owls; can’t forget the owls.
Yes. I am, repeating subjects . . . but them t’his the season!
“Again I find that I have anticipated and reached the autumn before I have finished with the summer…” ~Kate Trimble Sharber (b.1883), At the Age of Eve, 1911