I'm sure you'd all agree that blogging is by far one of our greatest assets, and not just for all the incredibly wonderful and beautiful folks we meet along the way.
So, if I haven't said this before-
Thank you bloggers, too many to name, but you know who you are.
(you're reading this right now)
I'm also thankful for the insights, pictures and resources you bring us. I've been gifted by many book reviews here, serving up delicious morsels even in our often hectic lives, yet always stirring something so marvelous inside that we run out and get it. (Thank goodness for libraries.)
A major thanks to where this post is going today,
to TexWisGirl aka Theresa at
She's brought so many of us together
but she also invokes a mission
in each of us to get out there
and snap and share some fence photos.
Oh my, the places I know I've gone to
or discovered just to accomplish that.
Here's this week's choice after work yesterday.
Of course I had to pull over and park my car
upon noticing a rusty fence holding back
a most luscious greenery.
(just a few miles from home too)
Lots of wildflowers and pretty weeds.
Another fence too.
Darn it. More times than not that ugly
Private Property sign gets in the way of a good hike.
Why is the good stuff always locked away?
But look, it's for sale.
and this property borders Lake Marion.
Sad thing is, they want to take away nature and plant another box store or shopping mall there.
Then I have to include those fabulous book reviews.
(and the king of reviews)
I'm closing with his latest review
Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
by
Caitlin Doughty
(her topic blends nicely with the book I'm just finishing
Bodies We've Buried
Inside the National Forensic Academy, the World's Top CSI Training School)
What intrigued me is that she's writing about her first six years in the American funeral history and her stories are true and the people real. Although she notes, "Several names and details (but not the salacious ones, promise) have been changed to preserve the privacy of certain individuals and to protect the identities of the deceased.
"The silence of death, of the cemetery, was no punishment, but a reward for a life well lived."
Stories and lives to be learned and remembered.
- that was her last line last which exactly sums up how I feel now as a grown-up (as a little girl I always feared cemeteries)
"Courtesies of a small and trivial character
are the ones that strike deepest
in the grateful and appreciating heart."
Henry Clay