“Its a mad dog’s promenade, so baby, walk tall, or don’t walk at all….”—-Bruce Springsteen and E Street Band “New York City Promenade” When did i become so recently interested in, guided by the weather even as it dictates now so much here of doing, what is possible in this natural environment, what can be accomplished, must be and daily, as the lurking of winter even in the sheep clothing of northern summer’s pre-emptive lush abandon elicits a stern correction of that enticing lethargy brought on by fireflies spied at night flickering on ceiling in breeze blown bed under the noses of two dogs laying across me wearied by increasingly urgent accompaniment into the wilds. Time is telescoped here in such a climate, the precious warmed days hoarded, doled out like scant water, shreds of food in a lost drifting open boat. Surely the sly encroachment of enfeebled old age has something to do with it: wariness of brittle limbs now wobbly as the fawn crouched at mother’s feet at side of forest and even dramatically absurdly cramped in mornings pulling on jeans and boots, bending down for socks as the addled mind contemplates what it needs to do, what is required and there is the simple algebra of survival in all of it and actually with all the massed diversions of the world this is a relief, not to dwell too much on the perceptions of “the other”. I am capable enough at this age and always easy with solitude, books and thought and memory as companions having never been shy of surrounding with those mentors whose skills may put my own in a poorer light, those i craved to emulate with carpentry, fishing, music, humor, even the seduction of desirable women. And there i have been blessed at times and cursed perhaps as well by startling treasure even while trying to parse, pry out the ingrained habits which may have at times marked me as shallow in this lifelong chemical attraction which can threaten at times to suborn identity if not carefully monitored.
What a powerful reflection today. And this: “Thats the gift of nature, its intuitive uncomplicated subtext, the peace it brings with resolution, water flowing over rock cannot be denied.”💛
Beautiful, Apple. Although you captured it much better than I can, I thought I was the only one baking in the heat and yet constantly aware of the winter to come. I’ll hit you up on the “private” side!
I just read this with a soft, gentle sound on my Spotify, and it was magnificent, Apple. Sometimes it really feels like the atmosphere sings, sending us both comfort and warnings. xx.
my buddy tied them and sent me those last summer and uses them on a particular penn. spring creek...30 years ago with a little better eyesite if not any more patience i tied larger flies once from the fur of my dog
What a powerful reflection today. And this: “Thats the gift of nature, its intuitive uncomplicated subtext, the peace it brings with resolution, water flowing over rock cannot be denied.”💛
you always seem to pick out the one vein that doesnt like...suck 🤪🤣
i chafe at opportunities missed
thanks
That’s the gift of nature…well damn!!
Over here waiting for a chilling rain!
i recall DC summers and this heat wave to boot must be brutal 🥵
I just ordered Delilah a cooling mat. She comes in and crashes!
those settlers up here never had amazon but i'd DIE without it
pathetic? 🤣
Beautiful, Apple. Although you captured it much better than I can, I thought I was the only one baking in the heat and yet constantly aware of the winter to come. I’ll hit you up on the “private” side!
Your prose this week: Pure Jim Harrison
thats a high bar but i'll take...im afraid he'd be unimpressed with my singing voice
but we would have definitely traded fish, culinary and uhhhhh
other stories
😉😅
take a ride over! got dogs trained to stay on property with collars (gotta love electricity🤪)
I just read this with a soft, gentle sound on my Spotify, and it was magnificent, Apple. Sometimes it really feels like the atmosphere sings, sending us both comfort and warnings. xx.
so sweet always makes me feel good 😗😊
I know what you mean about the compulsion to post, to share your own voice. Thanks for sharing yours! Also, did you make those flies?
my buddy tied them and sent me those last summer and uses them on a particular penn. spring creek...30 years ago with a little better eyesite if not any more patience i tied larger flies once from the fur of my dog
and caught trout with them 🤣🤣
bigger flies easier to mess with on vice
everything is practice i guess