Harmony
and Marin, this little pastry comes from which the wind turn the whirly
gigs outside, This in turn is idea of mini climates, including
portions of your back yard. That pertains to the places that you go to
commune with nature.
In my yard my landscape is my history. The Gazebo, the arbors and
the lawn space is from my College Days at Mesa Jr. College. The cactus
and the succulents is my 1969 Easter Week with and the names are left
out on purpose to protect the innocent, with two wonderfully intelligent
human beings named Joann and Becky. The front is for my brother Mike
whose book about the Appalachian Trail, a walk in the woods.
Every area has a sitting area, some with Edible Plants.
Everywhere
I have taken the time to be geometric and exponential so that texture
and pattern and the number of leaves on a plant are all enticed with my
demeanor.
So it goes, where the bulb and wildflower garden are from my days
at Jay and Penny's planting and doing maintenance on 3500 bulbs.
Sustaining yourself and your environment.
I am turning 62 this
Monday and I will be the first of my clan to do so, and the first of My
Kind, though Monday is a distance away.
Hope everything in your world is unfolding in Joy......the seed is
Hope, the flower is Joy.....Never a dull moment, I presume, Doctor
Watson......Uncle Steve
Marin and Harmony,
An old song by the Cream, or was it Blind Faith, the band, not the
attitude, in my White Room with Black Curtains, at the Station, you
said....and for the rest of the song search it out on the Ethernet we
all live vicariously on.
Today, I will give you an
insight to my Computer room. Surrounding me, by way of being behind the
entrance or exit door, if you will, is a poster of cheeses of the
world, mostly shapes, textures, geometric patterns and mostly begging
for scratch and sniff technology. Think of this when you realize that I
now work at a Cheese Factory, that will have a float in the Butter and
Eggs Parade going on in Petaluma today. There is on my left hand side of
my monitor, a weather clock, which keeps me informed of the pressure in
the room, giving me insight on which weather patterns or meteorological
nuances are exasperating my environment. I think the weather is a
group consciousness indicator.
I have Noah's Ark bookends
holding up lots of family event albums. On my right is a silver plate
from the Lake Arrowhead Yacht Club, and a picture of my mom's brother
Charlie Irish, living his life out as a theoretical physicist, in a
clutter, saying..."Don't throw that out.." and I was there for his and
Fannie's soulmate wedding, including tying his tie for him, because he
was unable to master that feat for himself at the time.
I have my diploma from Mesa
Junior College for Nursery Landscape Technology, which I can thank my
Mom for, since Business Acumen was not my cut of tea, as well as the
Military Lifestyle accouterments that came with it, when it came down to
family life. I have a quilt from Intercourse Pennsylvania Amish
Country and a Scarf depicting the Wild Flowers of Scotland, a picture
board with pictures of Lisa and Joey Stone and their two kids named
after Presidents, Madison(female) and Jackson(male), along with a map of
all the wineries in Sonoma and Napa Valleys. I have a hat collection
of places of been, or places other people have gone and decided since I
have a hat collection that they would be represented by that hat. The
other hats are all attitudinal hats, and I wear them when I am in that
attitude representing by the phraseology sewn into such fabric of time
and space. When I go someplace the hat gives the person a chance to
see, through consciousness, what I am seeing. It sometimes opens
people's minds to other activity around them and opens doors that they
have left shut for reasons at a moments notice.
My reading material is
history, holistic medicine, cooking, plant visuals, construction and
architectural nomenclatures, wildlife and nature books, poetry and
antique books on many subjects. The point, if there is one, is to
generate new cells by getting the neurons in our brains to fire by
learning new things everyday, which by all who concern themselves with
such folly and poppycock, to keep us young and to retain our memories by
developing new ones.
I chose a path with no
children because all of you and my friends followed alternative
lifestyles, and because of Frieda and Stew Martin from Alabama. If you
want more about them, please feel free to ask your fathers to enlighten
you. Joyce and I remain committed to the altruistic concepts of adding
whatever is necessary, at any given time, to everyone that we enjoy
being near, and in contact with, including throwing gatherings and
bringing much needed diversity to their children's life, as well as
their own. The whole house is a monument to our lives and the wonderful
people we have had the grace to come in contact with, but it remains as
the songs we sing and live, to your imaginings at this point in time
and rhyme....Uncle Steven
Marin and Harmony,
Good day, trimming the blackberry back, tearing out a cumbersome vine
and just fooling around with the visual aid of the camera. Aunt Fanny
in Port Tobacco, Maryland, and really if you go onto Google Earth you
can get a walking tour of the highways and byways of the human feel of
this place, remembering as a member of the Child-Irish Clan of
do-gooders my 62nd birthday. With her gift I give you how I encompassed
the numeration involved at "Bed, Bath and Beyond....".
I can only imagine the
perfunctory attitudes that went into the skullduggery involved with this
simple solar energy device. Take a rechargeable battery, convert the
sunlight into whatever form of energy you deem necessary to give it
nomenclature, and presto chango you have created a light source for the
children to ponder, creating more stem cells and energizing the neurons
to fire up a storm of constant companionship.
Hopefully I will get some
flash night shots or just shots and make another of these contraptions,
so as to give the intellect and the intuition time to fly into your
mindscapes. So as days go, it has been productive beginning with
reprogramming Peggy's Automatic Sprinkler Control Unit which blew out
during a recent Power Shortage or Outage, the distribution on the grid
is getting more complicated all the time.
More later on the
epidemiology of plants with the visuals to stake a claim on my own
reality in the landscape of my mind....so be it.....night lights for the
solar lights....Steven
Marin and Harmony,
Here is the visual that is imprinted on the shirt I purchased at
Goodwill. It was $1.99 and if I were to select it on a Thursday, since
I'm over 55, I would get it for 20% off. The wild flowers from Ireland,
if you blow up the picture you can clearly see each plant name to help
the kids learn something of culture and geography plant material aka
Horticulture....The other thing is first what a diploma looks like, then
a homemade picture base to hang pictures of family that live in Lodi.
Once an off ramp in my mind or recollection, but now like most places
even in rural farming country, it has become a streaming metropolis.
Ethernet and the 1950's talking points, and lastly a poster to show all
types of berries. If you can blow it up enough at the bottom are the
names of each berry pictured or pixelated.
Hope all is well at the
household, the weather is cooperating with your wishes, and the food is
good, comfortable and to your liking, both in fixing it and in partaking
of it's conscious flavor profiles for your entertainment.
Here the weather has gone
from the 90's to cloudy and grey, and then spacious beams of sun once in
a while, and then looking and feeling like it's going to pour, at a
moments notice, like Half Moon Bay, Richard, our neighbor says or for
that matter, like Puerto Rico in the 50's when I lived there. Look it
up on Google Earth and tell the kids to watch your walking tour of the
geographical locations of your choice.
Give me some feedback on any of the kids reactions, snail or e-mail.....Steven
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