good morning justin

letter to my son
sunday, 24 may


justin

                          M

                          memorial day weekend

                                      saturday night

                                      dog acts frail

                                      gathering brake in fire pit

                                      details inside

                          Q

                         quite a social gathering

                                               ribs

                                           chicken

                                                   watermelon

                                                                           yum

                                             whats this blue moon beer all about

                                                        orange rind

                                            luke brings his girlfriend

                                                        yankee

                                                        from Albany

                                                        im terrible with names

                        A

                        asylum inmate

                                                       a known republican

                                                                   make crazy talk

                                                                   obama of course

                                                                   war will erupt in america

                                                                   im inoculated

                               

                              O

                              once again reality masked

                                                            some slight of hand

                                                            conversation about religion

                                                                       front porch

                                                                       great weather

                                                                       bernard and son with pamphlet

                                                                                    i picked

                                                                                    does god care

                                                                                              depends

love

          dad

©   Tom Taylor      All Rights Reserved

Good Morning Jessicca

Letter to my Daughter
Sunday, 5 April

Good Morning Jessicca…

This is the time in each year nature sheds its hunkered down ways and revives itself to benefit from the launch of spring.  Friday morning started out cool and overcast, kind of like the June-gloom mornings I experienced as a kid growing up in San Diego.  I drove about three miles to the site of this morning’s browse.

I walked an abandoned road into the forest.

The creek was low, leaving a necklace of still ponds for tadpoles to grow.

Dogwood is in bloom.   Bees are here but it’s still too early for hummingbirds.

Some tree crowns filled with vine, looking like soaring bramble.

Thick and rope-like these vines grasp the nearest tree, catching a ride upwards.

Much of the area still has the feel of winter, but this will quickly change.

A derelict shed gives way to the incessant pull of earth.

Strewn wood waits for the services of fungus and termite to return it to the soil.

Two wild turkey flew into a farmer’s field and were quickly hidden by the grass.

North Carolina’s natural state is a carpet of forest.  Trees grow at the slightest provocation.

Ever wonder where the term tar heel comes from?  It’s what North Carolinians call themselves – like Hoosiers of Indiana.    I think it has to do with all these trees.  Old sailing vessels would put into this state’s ports for refitting because wood was so readily available.  The tar used in processing the wood for ocean voyages would get on the workers’ feet and they would track it everywhere.  It’s a nickname quickly and accurately given.

Love,

          Dad

© Tom Taylor   All Rights Reserved.