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"I tried once to open too many doors at a time, it was unproductive and confusing.
I just learned the last lesson, Dad. I'm supposed to open just one at a time, and only when I reach them along the path, this 'hike' we are taking. That's when the key fits, and opens the lock perfectly, every time. Thank you, Dad. I love you, and miss you. I am blessed with an amazing husband now, he holds my hand as we walk along paths too. We are climbing a little steeper now, with more effort, and thinner air. But I'm not worried. I am looking up. I am living in the moment, being now. Because when we get to the next door, along our path, I know, Dad, . . . that key is going to fit, perfectly!"

excerpt from Pony, 6/6/2013 post
© ruth follmann

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saying goodbye~

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i couldn't force myself to rise from the lanai, the morning rain washed sunrise had extra gravity. it held me close to the chair, with my coffee and the sounds of the pond. birds crackled and frogs whooped a sleepy Sunday, my last at the trailer. chiding chatter, i collected the camera to crunch sandy paths monster trucks made through the dunes. smoldering bonfire logs steamed with the recent rainfall to make a cologne only nature can wear. i searched in vain for the wood storks, but they have moved on. we must too. so i trotted the trails the boys ride over in the night. tiny treasures they miss at midnight i stole to this screen. wishing i could share the the calm, broken by calls of invasion to the tree lined sandy halls. jest knowing you are watched, but cannot see. too quick for the shutter flick, bulging eyes disappear beneath a small pond now smooth and only reflecting the blue sky day. i walk past evidence of the dune fighting back: a taken tire, buried rope from a past tow, broken pieces of transport, a beer can in a tree. none of this can remove the beauty of these dunes. not even an unearthed root-base can bend light or simplicity. the only constant is change. the entropy of a system from a measure of order to disorder, feeds a butterfly, or grows a tiny toadstool. my wonder at this panorama could have been boundless, save a prognostic blocking my path. a Florida marsh rabbit, (Sylvilagus palustris), stayed seriously center my stroll. i stopped, surmising suspicion scare him away. he stayed. i knew, my Chinese rabbit life sign was signaling me to turn around. there was another path to follow. it was no longer here. instead, one back through the tire tracks, to a hidden break in the tree line. sneaking up on a balmy pond, comforting a dock and it's only boat, i sighed lusty last looks at our home, and the way of life we have enjoyed. feelings pushed up like crowds in a station, rushed, full and then empty, alone. there was one path left, down the road past the front fence. our future together as husband and wife is our beautiful landscape, our dawn and setting sun. but we will never forget those shared to us in real time, at the Follmann Family Picnic.

saying goodbye~the photo journal;

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"Took A Walk"

daughter earth

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a woman told me, "we have a new king!" i followed her yarn, as i have been known to spin a few myself, & discovered an enchanting history she has in the Netherlands, including a connection with Queen Beatrix. it was fascinating. by luck i only found the woman by being small. slowing the internal chatter and creating calm befits smallness. humbling one's preconceived ideas, mortaring up the pigeon hole prejudices bestows~ small. smallness allows one to comfortably crouch to a bent over china fragile storyteller & listen, to learn. later the same woman, upon my departure, told another passing by her way; "we have a new king!" "No, we don't! We have a President!" {grumble, crazy old woman} my small heart twinged in the cut from a too tall mind, that didn't realize there are places and events outside of one's yard, town, state, country. to grasp a sunbeam smile in time from a youthful oldster's words, somewhere beautiful, where tulips bloom and crocheted handkerchiefs are still used, was sublime. an unexpected gift from one i had the stolen open moment to detain, when i remembered, to be small.

daughter earth~
from: bible stories for adults
by~james morrow


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a special thank you: to my kindred spirit husband, for the salt life~here's to choosing not to stress~

Finding Fred

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Our interim housing hounded us to hunt, stuff we stored. Husband spied a stowaway outside a unit seeking summer shelter. He sumised him to be 7-10 years old. I promptly named him Fred, and we devised a rescue plan. A nearby pond fronting Hope Hospice was the most hospitable. Mr. Follmann placed Fred down after a short car ride, nothing. Then in a toe depth of pond water, Fred, a Slider, lived up to his name! He slipped so fast into the pond, Fred made his own jet stream! Another successful rescue for the Follmann Family Picnic!

Decaf Sunset

There are two things I am hooked on when evening comes to Florida. My sister-in-law, Odette tuned me in to a night cap of decaf coffee, and the skies call me to watch the sunset.

This evening I dragged along Husband and Izzie. She runs ahead and laughs at us oldsters, as she waits for us to catch up.

Tonight we doubled back to the cows. Curiosity wasn't about the cat tonight.
The whole crew came over to visit, and see 'what the heck' the little furry kid was about. There were quite a few nose touches, and then excited cow back hoof spooks as Izzie visited.

A dapper young bull even let us pet his head. I asked Husband looking at the bull's curious but cautious eyes, "How can anyone eat something so beautiful?"

We all parted ways, hooves to scrub grass, us to fresh green bean vinaigrette and white bean hummus, as the sun set on yet another day.

The Roger Dodger Bird Whisperer

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Funny how staying up for 24 hours is not as easy as it used to be! Woodpecker deconstruction sounds filled the air, as we relaxed on the lanai. This little rascal really gave me a Paparazzi run for my money!

I remembered quickly, I was not on Illinois plush lawns, but standing among the Fire Ants! YOW! Luck helped me snag some shots of this Pileated Woodpecker anyway. He tree hopped as if it were last call at the pub! What a Hot Shot!

We are trying to sop up as much Picnic as we can. It sticks to our ribs like Grandma's homemade gravy & the last of her buttermilk biscuits. It is so beautiful here, a true paradise.

No Bull About it, We're Home!

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Maybe we were a little 'bull-headed' by driving straight through, but we got a 'leg-up' on finding a new home to move to. Here's to hopin' we 'corralled' a nice place. We'll find out tomorrow.

Our time with family was amazing. The grandchildren were as sweet as the summer sunshine they ran and played in. They are growing though like weeds!

We are still expecting our next grandson, Ethan. He was not ready to be born while we were visiting. The deal was: if our beautiful daughter-in-law, Krystal, went into labor before we got to Louisville, KY - then we would turn around. Once in Louisville, the skyline shared the incredible baseball stadium, and a sign boasted: 'Louisville, Home of the Sluggers!' (I think it will stick) Ethan, Grandma and Grandpa can't but help nickname you, Slugger! We are so excited to soon welcome you into the world, even if it is from a little farther away.

To all our family,whom we are blessed with, thank you for sharing your love and time with us. We feel much closer as we watch you now raise your own families. We are so very proud of all our children, and the milestones they are reaching. To all our friends, thank you for the smiles and hugz, and patience to listen to our stories. To those we missed due to cruel Father Time, we hope to see you in December, or, come on down!

Ken and I feel very blessed, and appreciate that every moment is . . . not just another day.

Semi in the Skyline

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The At & T building in Nashville rush hour traffic looks like a semi in the skyline sunshine sunset. Eleven hours to go.
21st Jun 2013, 00:10   | tags:,comments (5)