0910/6rg March 2024 Abandoned houses look even more sad on a grey and dismal day. There have been attempts to resuscitate this one but those efforts have themselves all been abandoned. It's no wonder such houses inspire poetry. This was once a… Yetismith
March 8
0910/6rg March 2024
Abandoned houses look even more sad on a grey and dismal day.
There have been attempts to resuscitate this one but those efforts have themselves all been abandoned.
It's no wonder such houses inspire poetry. This was once a very fine home.
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We set off yesterday for Bennington, in search of weed killer that is not harmful to garden visitors.
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When we first came to Cambridge, Bennington is where we most often went to shop.
Having but a single day in which to acquire a car before Grant went back to Seattle, it was a matter of some urgency.
Bennington was the nearest place that had dealerships and it also had decent supermarkets.
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With all the basics covered, Grant left me to settle in with the 13 cats while he took on the job of cleaning up the Seattle house for sale.
Mine was definitely the easier job!
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Eventually, we found Greenwich to be on our route to so many other destinations, it just made sense to do our grocery shopping there.
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The plain fact is, Bennington is nicer.
Since we were there yesterday, Grant popped in to Hannaford's for a few things leaving me in the car.
When he came back, he remarked again what we have always felt, that this Hannaford's seems to care more for its clients.
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It's nothing you can put a finger on.
It's just that, a feeling.
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People in New York are not unfriendly.
But in Vermont they feel easier.
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There's no way to really explain this. Bennington is a mere 19 miles from Cambridge.
How could it feel different?
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Surely it must be that we expect to feel different?
But why should we?
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Some things you just have to accept as being so.
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What I'm wondering about here, is the future of the hundreds of trees being grown in this tree farm.
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Row upon row of them, so close together.
My knowledge of plants is a fraction of 1%, yet this doesn't seem right to me.
Perhaps it's a tax write-off?
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The older I get, the more I trust my feelings about things for which I cannot account.
For example:
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As we progressed, this exceedingly gloomy day, I snapped pictures.
One in particular I remember taking because I liked the way a distant field was catching sufficient light to make it visible through a clump of trees.
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One of those darkness and light images I am fond of.
There was nothing at all special about it but I cropped the picture and attempted to add it to my post.
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Half an hour later, I decided that the Universe was telling me to ditch the image.
It was causing both Chrome and Firefox to tie up in knots.
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Things had been going swimmingly, until I attempted to remove a bright orange tag from a fence line which was dead centre, spoiling the image.
At first I figured it was slow responses.
Heaven knows they happen often enough.
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So I toggled back to Firefox to look something up and found that it too was having hiccups.
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This sort of thing annoys me and I get stubborn about it. The picture was not important in the least.
It was the principle of the thing!
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No-one will ever be able to call me a quitter.
When I set my mind on something....
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But after half an hour of this I began to ask myself whether a virus could attach itself to an image.
These days it seems anything is possible and I certainly wouldn't want to pass such a thing on.
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So I did the responsible thing and dumped it.
Then went to lunch.
After which, all systems were GO.
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Maybe when these things happen, the Universe is testing me?
Occasionally when writing about people who are departed , this sort of hang-up occurs and I find myself wondering...
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I don't expect anyone to give credence to my beliefs.
In fact they are not beliefs.
Just feelings.
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Having abandoned the bad photograph, I took you to Bennington and we have now turned around.
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Heading the other way, I was able to get a shot of this nice tree unimpeded by power lines.
Couldn't decide which I preferred.
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A good day for silhouettes.
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The high point of our journey.
Literally.
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On a fine day, you can see for miles from up here.
As we crested the hill...
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A sudden parting of the clouds!
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Isn't it lovely when this happens?
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I have a thing about darkness and light.
It may be a fallacy to say that it is darkest just before dawn, but that depends how you view things.
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When you are in the darkest depression, any amount of light is something to aim for.
No-one expects sudden floodlights. Indeed they would be blinding.
Emerging from deep depression happens a little at a time, so in that sense the saying is accurate:
"It is darkest just before the dawn."
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By the time we came back past the tree farm, the clouds were breaking up.
A nice day for the baby goats at Caz Acrez, those white dots on the right.
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Those trees are way too close together.
Aren't they?
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How a splash of light transforms a vista.
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So many shades of colour in the bare land, a metaphor for life itself.
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Sometimes, there are wrinkles in our plans.
Obstacles in our path.
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Some people's lives seem so straight forward.
Never a deviation for them.
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I doubt it's actually true, but in any case I think we get our greatest joy by overcoming adversity.
How can you evaluate without knowing differences?
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Shagbark Alley.
It's not really called that.
It's Owl Kill Road.
I don't know the origin of the name but we think it is the from Dutch, "kill" meaning creek or stream.
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Seeing young animals even in passing will always lift my heart.
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The little pond at the end of our road..
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a trio of Canada geese hanging out.
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