time machine

Wren's crew
The James River south-side naturalist crew. Howard and I are holding the needles, maybe that explains our serious countenance. I am the youngest. The others seem more at ease, arrayed behind a line of pine cones. Kimmy, Betsy, Wren and Gray. I want to go on a vacation in April and walk with Robin in a forest, hang out with amazing trees. Hear Gray in the windsong. Please advise..

wheelbarrow of life

shadow planting trees
My sister was a faithful reader of this page. So last time I had a wheelbarrow picture it
was titled “Our Father’s Wheelbarrow”.
Our father was not mechanical. He couldn’t fix a broken lawn mower. But he was Saint Francis
when it came to plants, he’d touch them and they’d grow. The wheelbarrow feels full of his energy.
Imagination? Dementia? Fond wishes? A combination of the three.
Planted a q.stellata, q. macrocarpa, q.falcata and a taxodium distichum…


bill emory and sam coale
EG’s tribe gathered, from Rhode Island, Pennsylvania, Washington State, Florida, Mexico, Massachusetts, Kentucky, Illinois,
from Fredericksburg, Charlottesville, Richmond, Warrenton, Marshall, Brooklyn, from the other side. Very sweet couple of days.
Train whistles, crows, a bluff over the James River, special grave dirt, wonderful clergy,
cellist from the Richmond Symphony.
Emma read a poem. Gary and Sam spoke to EG’s character, Ned, Weezie and Scott read from the Bible.

mother to her daughter

What will you take from me
For your wayfaring?
What shall I have to give
You would be sharing?

When you are lonely,
Travelling long,
When your feet falter
You will need song.

Music to march by,
Silver and gold,
Fire for warming you
If it be cold;

These things will comfort you,
Carry you far
On the road you are going.
But if a star

Tempt you to follow,
Wings will be needed,
Wings for your flying,
Strong, unimpeded.

These I have fashioned
From pinions of light,
Caught as they fell
From a swift bird in flight.

I give you for courage
A light heart that sings,
And I who have never flown,
Give you my wings.–Emma Gray Trigg