Some garden photos from this morning. It’s Limestone Heritage Festival weekend here in town and the heat advisory has ended just in time. The parade always lines up in front of our house. Who doesn’t love a small town parade?
Excellent post by Brian Miller on lessons from his father. I truly, truly wish for more men like this today.
I’m caught up on all the available seasons of the new iteration of All Creatures Great and Small. The pre-WW2 seasons were exactly what I was looking for: low-stakes, low-drama. The onset of the war changed that, of course. But I’m totally hooked at this point, despite all the feels it gives me.
The world is a mess and will only get worse. But that world isn’t our world. That world — the world of wars and strife and empty glittering things — has no place for beauty and no place for us. Instead, all that is possible and all that is powerful are the worlds we create around us, the sanctuaries we build for the distinguished guests who arrive to create with us. Not one sanctuary and not one garden, but many sanctuaries and many gardens. Connected and transversed by the flights of birds and the commutes of hares, not one world, but many, many worlds built by each of us and where we welcome each other also as distinguished guests.
Rachel found a little friend in the collard greens today.
Song of the day: “Que Sera Sera” 🎵
Happy solstice!
The real heroes of our time will not be any culture warriors, either left or right–and certainly not any keyboard warriors. The real heroes will be those who can keep their hearts free of hate, anger, and fanaticism.
This is a good video exploring the geography of Indiana and why it is the smallest of the Great Lakes states. Repeated mispronunciations of place names and even shudder “Hoosier” make me wonder if it’s a AI generated essay instead of one based on individual study. Seriously, mispronouncing Hoosier?
Jesse Welles is a folk legend in the making: “The Great Caucasian God” 🎵