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The more things change...

Change is not so much what we make as it is what happens to us unawares. Not everything that changes is progress but it is inevitable that everything changes. The seasons flow on, all too quickly. We tighten our life-vests, and try to steer clear of the rocks. Along our way down the river, we are grateful for every resting place. Here's ours. Above, as it was in our first August here in 2016, and below, as it is now. We still miss the old cherry tree in the foreground of the first photo. It died the year after we moved here. We've carved a garden out of the hill and planted blueberries on the slope above. One thing hasn't changed. We're still here. It's still home. We'll hold to that reality as long as we can. henrymitchellbooks.com

So they say...


Surely it is high summer, though here in Drovers Gap we have so far been spared the extreme heat that has afflicted much of the world. Daily thunderstorms and showers have kept our temperatures bearable.

Still, the Turkscap blooming down in the glen say the season is well underway. Another month and the afternoon light will come at us aslant and we will be growing shadows again. By the time winter arrives, we will welcome it.


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