Good morning you wonderful being you!!! Gah what a great start to the day when the coffee is strong and yummy, The chimkins are out and clucking about and I Have one bigger job to do and that is finish the decking. I am taking most of deck to the back yard to burn and the stuff that is not savable. It is going to be a rather bigger burn.

So I have to make another coffee and get the chimkins out as i already said but I shall be right back, Gonna take a few pics on the way to have for here.

And back, To your graciousness and time I am thankful.

So the plan of the day, Plenty of dishes to do, Plenty of floors to clean and wash, then when the shade comes, to the deck to finish breaking it down. I have much to think about and get ready. I am just happy to be alive to even contemplate such things. I am sure people are oblivious that, conscious that you are alive. You know you exist and you have a voice and the ability to touch. We are able to see the various things that give color to the world and see the flowers dance in the wind. Something that is not watched as it should be, The wind is the leader and the flowers and grass are the partner to a dance of the wild. A dance that can go from a gentle and gracious dance, moments later, a concourse of jerking movements describing a vicious romance of heat and cold. The frost the only written scripture in frozen glass as the dance slows. Even the dew weighted flower drooping ever so, as if the dew is the grace to allow the flower to tear awaiting the lover know as wind to come back.

Though I see such things, I weep for the minds and the souls that see but a chore and annoyance, for they are blinded and contoured to be dismissive and compressed into a vacant husk, much like the dried corpse of the graves long forgotten. A momentary glee when found but shortly time devours the outer layer and under the false moist skin is a hollowed husk of pure habit and no existence.

For this I call them the bygone of humanity, they are not ones who can see the world for what it can be and what it can provide. They are not but grocery shoppers who have no recourse to see past the shelves. Much like a wee child, they conceive only that the food exist on the shelves and not the process. They see and understand only the imitate and the told, to see past and discover, is a sin to them.

So the coffee has cooled a bit and I think I have enough time for one more and then I must take the time to go and get things done. From dishes to floors, from the webs of outdoor spider webs that conceal a door, to the Chimkins that ever-so warm my heart. I must depart and go attend to the things that bring my heart to life and my soul melt from the cold dreamless nights. Until later.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.