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All posts are copyright Barbara Rogers 2018. Please ask if you wish to share, and give attribution to the author.My ancestry and more personal notes are now at a revised version of "When I Was 75."

Friday, July 20, 2018

The mountains are my home

Looking down in the valley from the lush Blue Ridge Parkway...



Finally got a shot of the Craggy Pinacle tunnel just before driving through it.  On the other side is a very nice overlook with a parking area kind of hard to see from this direction...the "Overlook ahead" sign is there, but nothing right at the turnoff.




 Burnett Reservoir is the source of drinking water for Asheville.



Unlike many reservoirs, this one has no access for public recreation, and the parkway even has signs to protect the runoff by not having cars pull off the road for 15 miles above it.  The same signs can even be seen on Interstate 40.  However, local roads don't have signs, and Black Mountain and Swannanoa and Oteen (all up hill of the Burnett Reservoir) have many folks parking along roads and on grass.  I guess since they have businesses and homes there, the runoff from them is considered part of the environment!


The other side of this overlook looks north west and that's Interstate 26 in the distance.

Today's quote:

I have millions of bodies to live in.

I will dress myself in the moonbeams,

in the gauze made of fine silvery threads,

and pass my time in tranquil rest.

I will sing my songs in the form of hill streams and brooks,

in the form of the rolling waves; I will move on.

I am the soft-footed wind which walks on in ecstasy.

I am the ever-gliding form which goes on as time.

I descended as waterfalls on the mountain slopes,

reviving the faded plants.

I made the roses burst into laughter.

I made the nightingale sing her mournful ditties;

I knocked at the doors and woke up the sleeping ones,

wiping the tears of the one,

blowing the veil from the face of the other.

I teased those near and also far.

I teased you too.

Lo I go, I go, with nothing in my possession .

Swami Rama Tirtha ( written an hour before he left his body)

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Sunday drive in the summertime

There are some Sunday mornings where nature just calls you outside.  Go sit somewhere or walk around and immerse yourself in her incredible beauty.  It's totally free.  It's really close to the idea of a Spirit that is in charge of everything, and it's so arbitrary in whether it's eliciting some really good feelings yet maybe in a day or so it will feel really awful with some catastrophe or another.  Mother Nature is what I call it, or Gaia.

Sign describes how the last buffalo was shot somewhere near here.  Elevation 3483 feet.

Looking north west from Craggy Gardens

Continuing along the Blue Ridge Parkway, I stopped (with a lot of other tourists) at the Craggy Gardens Visitor Center.  The parking lot was full, with cars waiting for spots.



That's I-26 heading north toward Johnson City, TN.



Downstairs is a clean restroom, with flush toilets! This far up on the mountain, it's really nice.  There are more at the picnic grounds, but I didn't go there on this trip.


Looking up at Craggy Gardens today I didn't spot any people right at the edge...perhaps in summer there's too much vegetation.

More of my trip another day.


TODAY'S QUOTE:
The drama in some people's lives can serve as excitement, prompting the body to manufacture adrenaline, producing a pleasurable surge of energy. 

Monday, July 16, 2018

Water on water


Can you hear the thunder in the distance?  The pool was closed and everyone left within a few minutes.  We were eating lunch upstairs at the Lakeview Center, and looked out to see a deluge.  It had let up a bit when I walked to the car, and captured the drops hitting the water.

Saturday, July 14, 2018

My pocket balcony

If there's been a gully washer the night before, our mornings are cool and damp, and all my windows and doors are flung open.  The posters on the wall cringe and warp with humidity, but they'll dry again soon when I close up for the afternoon and turn the air conditioner back on.  I have to be sure to run the fan in it daily, because otherwise I fear the moisture and heat will grow some lovely black fuzzy stuff.  And being allergic to mold, I kind of want to avoid that!

There's one hanging plant that kind of catches the sun, but maybe not quite enough for the geranium to be happy.  The coleus is doing fine however, at giving me something colorful to look at through my balcony.  I shift this plant to the cooler shade of my front porch ever so often, and then don't have it's cheer outside the balcony for a while.

I frequently see hummingbirds at the feeder. I only put out a cup of nectar at a time, again because the heat and sweetness wants to grow mold inside, which isn't good for the birds. The purple shamrock is very happy not to have full sun, but the little Christmas (?) cactus right below the feeder is less happy in this shady spot.

But the Kalancho is happy as a lark, especially since it can lean up against the wall.

Today's Quote:


To this day I believe we are here on Earth to live, grow, and do what we can to make this world a better place for all people to enjoy freedom.
Rosa Parks

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Gift pod boxes sharing the love

 The end ones are done with white stoneware clay...the red is just a bit brighter on them.

The center one, with a cut that isn't a heart for the lid, is speckled stoneware, and has a few of the speckles showing through the red glaze.

They are all unglazed on the interior, waiting for cotton or tissue to wrap a special gift.

I started making these last month (see Here.)

I've decided to price them at $22...and would be happy to see these go to new homes. There are 7 more coming out of the firing soon!  Additional shipping fees might cost a bit more, but multiples can go at lower rates when shipped together.

TODAY'S QUOTE:
Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON



Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Hacked by Canadians!


Graph of Blogger page views

So my stats tell me some interesting traffic here.
1157 page views yesterday.


From where? Canada?



Canada
1158

So I'm a bit concerned.  They are mostly from Facebook

108
23

The number 1157 came from the top graphic image but doesn't show on the second graph.  So I think I won't be sharing my blog over on FB any more. I did report it to Blogger, which has never answered anything I've asked for help with.

The rest of you people, who probably don't have any connection to the (Canadian?) hackers, I hope you will take the effort to come over to the blog without that connection.

And I hope the hackers enjoy looking at geese and pottery and mountains.  If you're interested in my money, you are going to just get geese and pottery and mountains.  That's it folks.  I'm of the poor elderly these days.  Not that I want you to help yourselves...but listen, what's the point of bothering me?

I won't post links to my blogs on Facebook.  I will just post direct photos.

Guess I'll only hear from my FB friends how they like them. And I hope you all who read the blogs will keep on coming over and sometimes commenting.  The rest will just miss out.

What a shame.