September Sky

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Seems odd that some of the most beautiful times here on The Hill are when there are the fewest people around.

The dust has settled from last weekend’s Frontier Days; Elk Mountain Fall Festival is still a couple of weeks away.

There are pockets of extraordinarily colored foliage, mostly in the lowlands, and near the swamp on Lyon Street, but most of the colors of the scenery remain, at least for the time being, unrevealed.

The weather has been nothing short of spectacular – highs in the upper 60’s, lows in the mid 40’s – and not a drop of rain in the forecast for the next week! Almost makes one want to enjoy the sky view from a tent for just a couple more nights before the cold really sets in.

Wine tastings, art exhibits, benefit dinners, astronomy and trail walk events – plenty of activities to stimulate all of one’s senses and sensibilities.

If you’re even thinking about visiting – don’t hesitate! Certainly you’ll find agreeable accommodations to enjoy a favorite time of the year at an even slower, more relaxed pace.

Bucolic

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Neither intuitive nor logical, it is curious that some of the decisions that have the most dramatic impact on one’s life, at the moment one is making them, seem trivial, mundane. “Shall we turn down this road and do one more errand, or just go home?”. One path leading deeper into the gray clouds of a storm, the other toward a clearing sky awash in color.

Habitually traveling the same direction, making the same decisions, yields familiar results. Though these circumstances may indeed be actually unpalatable, one experiences an illusion of control, a senseof comfort in their predictability.

Clinging to routine, though comfortable, can insulate one from the wonder of the world of which we are a part. Bravely allowing one’s intuition to trump the comfort of familiar choices leads us to realize unbounded joy; the divine miracle that is our true nature, the true nature of all creation.

Storm Sky

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Minutes after this photo, the sky opened up, releasing rain and lightening so fierce, it caused introspection, recounting the severity of any recent sins.

Indeed the lightening that ensued caused severe damage to many folk’s and business’s appliances and electronic equipment. One young woman remarked that she felt the lightening pass through her. Given that several computers proximal to her suffered terminal damage, she was probably very lucky that all she felt was “a tingling sensation” as the computer in front of her went dark and started to smoke.

The weather station here on The Hill registered 94.8 degrees; the trusty brass thermometer on the back porch nearly agreed at 92 degrees.

It always seemed to be an old wives tale that a severe storm marks the change in seasons. 90’s this week, with forecasts showing a steady downward temperature trend with night time lows in the 30’s for the weekend.

In days gone by, absent digital devices and real-time radar, maybe it was the wisdom of wives that allowedthem to survive to become old wives, and tell tales, truthful and relevant today.