Flash My Lights

From the Not Awful News Desk: Over the next three years Philadelphia (TreePhilly--think "tree" as a verb) is planting trees to increase urban landscape numbers by 30%. Thousands of trees. Already, one program has given away nearly 21,500 trees to people to plant in their yards. There are thousands more trees to come that target heat islands, parks and streets.

Here's a moss-dressed beauty next to a path where Pat and I walked a couple of days ago. I think it's a shag-bark hickory. 

I love trees.

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From the Travel Desk: A trip is planned to soon to meet sister Sandy in a small Maryland town where she will examine the feasibility of purchasing a home. There is one for sale that she likes. I'll update as this develops or fizzles, whichever the case, with a fond hope for the former. If nothing else, it's grand to get to spend a couple of days together. Can scarcely believe it is nearly a year ago she spent a month in the old farmhouse she rented over near Rieglesville.

Other travel news: A planned overnight getaway in a couple more days with Marge and Pat at Bushkill Falls in the Poconos, not too distant from here.

And, Jeanenne and Larry are concluding their West Coast odyssey.

Jeanenne & Larry.

We all love trees!

Traveling from Quakertown to the farm or to church, I sometimes meet other vehicles from the opposite direction approaching one of the one-way bridges at the same time. Then we stop. Which vehicle proceeds? One of us flashes their car lights first, telling the other we'll wait so they can cross first. The crosser usually waves as they go by.

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Last week was all about refinishing the upsizing table and chairs for my future home. This week is about recuperating from the effort and a few other things; one of which is the predations of sleep deprivations. Hmmm. Solutions may be just around the corner, and maybe not. Let us not dwell on knotty gnarls and snarls of age. There is way too much more that is fun.

The library has yielded some walks on their asphalt paths...

October and still some Queen Anne's Lace.

Signs at the park.

..and Pat just discovered another path that is easy access, too.

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my great-grandsons go to school
in their beautiful
dark-hued skins--
as their ages increase--
I hold them in prayers
of protection
from harms
still confounding
perspectives of fear--
of not-love.

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May I always remember, I can flash my lights at the one-way bridge.