Oh man, …

…condolences and future good energies mate.  We’ve got trees dying, all over the place,

from emerald wood borers & other such dubious creations; trees that appeared healthy

and blossoming nicely in the Spring are now dying from the tops down without a practical

fix-it in sight. …Is it right or might; is it fate accompli or the jus deserts of mismanaged

machinations…since the dawn of the first demand of one to another? 

Who was it who,    with melodic aptitude & the resonant frequency of sustainable

forethought, penned:    “…in the shine the pain and the shame of surrender these are

strange uncertain days these are strange uncertain days….” ?   I have this picture on the

wall that has been the accepted symbolism for The Trail of Tears.  I look at it each

morning when we grind beans for coffee…&  I feel the sting of it more every day. 

Is it really a brand new morning, …a brand new day?  I like to think it iz….