A thirst for knowledge.

My son is a logger, (Don’t worry, no clear cutting is involved), and he’s a voracious reader. He, at times, takes a small camper to a job site and he always has a supply of books at hand. These areas are not close to civilization or cell service so unless he wants to start talking to the bears, he reads and learns of life in ancient times, of the events that brought democracy to where it is now. He reads the classics and the writings and reflections of humorists who were keen observers of the human condition.

On a trip to Montana to visit our son, we made a stop at the Missoula historical museum and made what was for me, a fascinating discovery. A train car had been rescued and preserved and it wasn’t just any train car. It was a library car! It had been created to take books out to areas where loggers could access it. I imagine its scheduled arrival was eagerly anticipated and a welcome sight when it rolled down the tracks to a camp. Some of the images below tell its story.

Ruth and Ken get things started.
Business was booming until the radio and cars came along.
One of a kind!
A place to rest for the Librarian.
I wonder what they picked out to read.

Yelling at mother nature.

Every Spring our Magnolia tree blossoms and within a day or so a storm comes along and batters it. We barely have time to ooh and ahh over how pretty it is.

Luckily it’s determined to have its moment in the sun and it produces it’s flowers more than once.

Strong wind began this afternoon and I shook my fist and warned it to leave the pretty flowers alone.

I try to restrict myself to fist shaking. I imagine the neighbors would have questions if they heard a voice yelling,Don’t you dare strip those off.”

It’s possible they wouldn’t think twice about hearing my war cry. They’ve gotten used to me yelling at the bluebird who protects his turf by throwing himself against our windows. But when I think about it, I wonder if they actually do know that I’m yelling at a bird when they hear, “Stop smacking your head against that, you’ll hurt yourself,” three times a day.

The end of October.

I feel like our fall is almost a month behind in preparing the way for winter. Leaves are still on the trees, the grass is a gorgeous green and I even saw a bee yesterday!

I’m running behind too. I work on my book everyday and as a result not much blogging gets done. My problems with my server persist on my laptop and posting on my phone is slower, but I want to post more often.

I hope you’ve all stayed healthy and are staying safe. Take care friends!