ramblins....

fall appears to have come to montgomery and though it's not quite to the crispy point that i associate with it, i'm so grateful for the cooler weather that i will do a happy dance.

i'm also happy that the oven is now fixed - my cooking has been rather limited based on what could be cooked either on stovetop, in crockpot or by george foreman.  i've also used a toaster oven but that is such an energy vampire that i hesitate to use it regularly.

i have this "thing" for trees - especially barren trees - stripped of their leaves or trees laden with lacey, flowy, gorgeous spanish moss...or oak trees.  and as i typed this, i checked the spelling for dryad and found they were particularly the nymph for oak trees (but have come to mean tree nymphs for all types of trees)  rather synchronistic i think.

as i think of trees - i think of all the things that have happened and why they have "witnessed".  the oak tree in our front year appears to be several decades old and is quite beautiful and strong.  i wonder if others sat under it and wondered.  i love its weathered bark and long branches and it's so tall that when i stand under it, i cannot see the top.  it is exactly the tree i would want to be...i think.  until i see a gingko in the fall - the gorgeous and bold yellow leaves.  trees....i wonder what jung or freud would say about that attachment of mine?

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today on my ipod -  jesters dreamers & thieves (edwin mccain), let him fly (patty griffin), your body is a wonderland (john mayer), band of gold (freda payne), suddenly i see (k. t. tunstall), doctor my eyes (jackson browne), knockin' on heaven's door (eric clapton), allison road (the gin blossoms), arms of a woman (amos lee)