Hopeful Signs

Hopeful Signs

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For years I rose early and left the house, then drove 20 minutes to the Metro station, where I boarded the train that took me to an office in the city.

A couple days ago, I made my first Metro trip of the year… of the year! And this, of course, in the eleventh of twelve months. What to say, other than once again how much the pandemic has upended our lives.

This week I rode in during evening rush hour but the train was only half full, and I felt myself strangely longing for the bustle of evening at the Vienna station. 

There were hopeful signs, though, new stations that will open next week as part of the Silver Line, and the crazy fact that even though my return train was emptier than the one heading into town … I ran into two people I knew. 

A Glow from Within

A Glow from Within

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The most vivid tree in our yard is one we never planted. It’s a volunteer, little more than a weed for years and now coming fully into its own. 

Especially at this time of year, when it seems to glow from within.

The poplars and oaks are bare now, even the Kwanzan cherry has dropped its golden leaves. 

But the Japanese maple flames on…

Smart Books?

Smart Books?

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I was about halfway through Paul Auster’s Notes from the Interior when I realized … I’d read it before. Or at least parts of it. 

Maybe libraries should issue subtle notifications when patrons check out books multiple times. Something like, “Last borrowed November 2016.” Nothing as overt as, “Are you completely unaware of the fact that you’ve already checked this book out, plus renewed it, so there’s a good chance you’ve read it before?!”

I suppose this falls into the category of the”smart” features I often decry. How many times have I joked that I don’t want my TV or refrigerator to be smarter than I am? So why should my library be?

Which means … I’m back to relying on good, old-fashioned, oh-so-fallible human memory.

Iced Tea!

Iced Tea!

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As the mercury begin to settle back into more seasonal temperatures, I’ll celebrate the record-breaking warmth of the last  few days with a photo of my favorite beverage, iced tea.

Here it is in a hero shot from yesterday, when it slaked the thirst brought on by 80-degree weather. 

So as my laundry crisped outside and I attempted to write a paper instead of swinging in the hammock (which is what I wanted to do), my beverage of choice sweated and cooled and looked as fetching as a glass of iced tea can look. 

You’ll have to excuse the green shoots that seem to cascade from the side of the side of the glass. That’s not extra mint, but the fronds of a spider plant peeping out on either side. 

Sláinte! 

Mornings at 7

Mornings at 7

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These are good days for morning people. 

No more darkness at 7 a.m., no more rolling over and drifting back to sleep, pretending it’s “still nighttime” even though a quick glance at the clock reveals that it most certainly is not.

The time change has given us back our precious early hours and we must decide what to do with them: a walk, a blog post, a head start on homework? All of these and more?

One thing is clear, though, and that’s the urgency to use these hours now, while we have them, because in a month or so, it will once again be dark at 7 a.m.

(Morning light illuminates a tributary of Little Difficult Run.)

Many Nations

Many Nations

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Like many Americans these days I spend a fair amount of time wondering how we’ve become so polarized. It’s not just because we’re in an election season. It’s hard to read a newspaper, watch television or even carry on a conversation without noticing the rifts, which seem to grow deeper by the day.

Now that I’m reading American Nations by Colin Woodard, I have a better idea why this is happening. Although written before the most recent shenanigans (it was published in 2011), the book provides a history of, to use Woodard’s subtitle, “the eleven rival regional cultures of North America.” 

I’m learning about the Tidewater, where I live now, and Appalachia, where I grew up — although Woodward admits that the Bluegrass region of Kentucky (my original stomping grounds) might be considered a Tidewater enclave within Greater Appalachia.  And I’m gaining a better understanding of how the tolerant, anything-goes attitude I love about New York City harkens back to the founding of New Amsterdam and its mercantile roots.

We’re less of a melting pot than a large, lumpy stew. And Woodard is helping me understand why.

In Praise of Following

In Praise of Following

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Yesterday’s walk was a blur of twists and turns. I had no idea where I was going, where I’d been. 

I could afford to be lackadaisical because I was walking with a friend who lives in those parts and knows the paths like the back of her hand. She led the way as we strolled down one trail and then another, past a daycare, a park, and pickle ball courts (my first time to witness the sport). 

While such walking doesn’t expand the mental mapping capacities, it can be lovely to turn off the piloting function, to be led, to follow. 

(Signs in Sintra, Portugal, where my mental mapping switch was most definitely turned to “on.”)

Leaf on Leaf

Leaf on Leaf

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Yesterday’s walk took me on the Reston trail that loops behind the church, a lofty forest and a most beauteous sight on a warm and breezy late fall morning. 

I paused several times to snap a photo, to catch an angle of light, a leaf in its falling. 

I noticed how tumbling leaves sometimes snag and catch, land on other leaves, which cup and protect them, as if to say, we’ll keep you here another day, here on a branch and not on the ground. We’ll keep you upright, limb-bound, a creature of air not yet of earth. 

Saints and Souls

Saints and Souls

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The poet John Keats described autumn as the “season of mist and mellow fruitfulness.” But this is one of the first foggy mornings we’ve had all fall. 

It’s a lovely one, though, softening the vivid yellows of the tulip poplar leaves, making it difficult to see the houses across the backyard, let alone across the street.

Fog is atmospheric and perfect for this morning, post ghosts and goblins, the feast of all saints and the eve of all souls. 

Trick-or-Treat!

Trick-or-Treat!

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Ghosts and goblins haunted the streets of my ordinary suburban neighborhood yesterday during our third annual Halloween parade. 

Two costumes in particular caught my eye, worn by two adorable toddlers who are so hard to capture standing still that this (admittedly very amateur) photographer had no time to consider background.

But the bee and the dog did pose momentarily before joining the parade and grabbing treats. And later, they enjoyed the moon bounce, which sent them scurrying and tumbling down the slide. 

And this all happened the day before All Hallows’ Eve. Tonight: more of the same…