Friday, November 20, 2009

I love Craig and his list.




I never wanted a piano, didn't know where I would put one if I had one. But my daughter did want one and like anything she sets her mind to, it was done. Thanks to Craigslist she found this old beauty for the just right price of, FREE! When she first mentioned it, I wasn't too excited. Nor was I very thrilled to be looking for strong, hefty and very reluctant volunteers to move it. But deals were brokered and the plan was finalized. We went to an old rent house just a few blocks from home one cold windy evening last week. There were no lights there except a flashlight to see it. But hey, we all know that beggars can't be choosers. So we loaded it up and headed home. After getting it inside and getting a good look, I fell in love. Of course I only know how to play songs from the beginner's book, but with any luck and her determination, I am sure the girl who wanted it will be filling this old house with music.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

The Flower Fed Buffalo


Just a short distance from my house is a pasture where a herd of buffalo reside. I don't know who owns them or what they do with them, but I am amazed and humbled everytime I see them. So large and yes, majestic. This spring all of the cows had fuzzy red calves. It's so hard to imagine that they are confined to a pasture with only a few strands of barbed wire when all of the land here once belonged to them. Ghosts from days gone by. I also love this poem by Vachel Lindsay (1879-1931).

The Flower Fed Buffalo

The flower-fed buffaloes of the spring,
In the days of long ago,
Ranged where the locomotives sing,
And the prairie flowers lie low;
The tossing, blooming, perfumed grass,
Is swept away by wheat,
Wheels and wheels and wheels spin by,
In the spring that still is sweet.
But the flower-fed buffaloes of the spring,
Left us long ago.
They gore no more, they bellow no more,
They trundle around the hills no more:
With the Blackfeet lying low,
With the Pawnees lying low.

The More Things Change the More Things Stay the Same




Welcome to my blog. It's not my first blog, but I've left that one behind for now. I feel like it's time for a change. Which is like dieting and other resolutions, something I attempt often but seldom make great strides toward achieving. We'll see. Right now I'm changing my house decor. I love my old house and it's feeling of history. I don't know much about the people who have lived here before me, but I imagine them to be a lot like me. Harding working folks trying to make a home that's a sanctuary for their families. Our house on the prairie. I love this beautiful buck and no I didn't kill him. He's actually the trophy of one of my dad's ex-wives and a lucky man he was to not end up just like this fellow. But that's another story. There are deer that I feed in my yard. I am hoping that they will be safe as hunting season is in full swing here. Morning sleeping is interrupted by the sound of gunshots. Yes, I understand the hunter's point of view, but no, I don't want to participate.