Tree Thoughts
Life, Nature John W Wilson Life, Nature John W Wilson

Tree Thoughts

We’ve had a wet spring and early summer. Everything that likes water is getting water. I’m cautiously optimistic we might make it to fall without losing anything.

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On Tap
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On Tap

We had a quiet day yesterday. Drove to Balmorhea. Floated in the big pool. Drove back. Napped. Went to visit friends. There was music.

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Content
Nature John W Wilson Nature John W Wilson

Content

Yesterday evening in my pool, as I floated on my back, I was looking up into the clear blue Texas sky. The only things to see were a waxing gibbous moon, and a solitary buzzard floating on a thermal, wings extended.

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Yard Care
Grief, Life John W Wilson Grief, Life John W Wilson

Yard Care

Last year I let my little Tif yard get away from me. It’s really the only bit of manicured grass I have. It was planted at the behest of my late wife.

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Simple Pleasures
Life, Nature John W Wilson Life, Nature John W Wilson

Simple Pleasures

Woke up to lightning and thunder, way off in the distance. Checked the weather radar and sure enough a storm may touch us. May. You know how weather goes.

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Big Thought
Nature, Life John W Wilson Nature, Life John W Wilson

Big Thought

The wind is still howling this morning. Knocking the trees around and just generally being a nuisance. There’s a good chance it will rain today. But I’ve been there before. And when you’re in a time of drought, it can be a cruel hoax.

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River Walk
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River Walk

Walked along the banks of a river yesterday, down into the canyon it’s been cutting for millions of years. The canyon was impressive.

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Wondering
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Wondering

After a day and night of music on Saturday, I took Sunday off. Slept in. Didn’t write. It felt good. I used to take the entire weekend off. I may go back to that.

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Drink Up
Life, Grief John W Wilson Life, Grief John W Wilson

Drink Up

The sweet smell of rain is hanging in the cool air this morning. The grass sparkles with dew. Everything looks soft and alive. Makes me miss the Gulf Coast where moisture is in the air every day.

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