June 10, 2023 a thought for today, No one can say of this house, There is no trouble here. Chinese Proverb

One of the daily photo uploads for yesterday was “vintage objects”. These are some times that we as a family discovered when out elders passed on. We found that some as a matter of fact most of these were not from just the nearest past generation but one before that. 

I love Saturdays!!! Always have.....since my good ol’ school days.....and still do..... and always will. Anyway, Bob, Sweet Pea and I made the trip to do the now standard Saturday curbside grocery pickup. Then we stopped for brunch, for all three of us BTW, and filled the gas tank.

When I was putting the groceries away, I found that I had ordered a dozen eggs thinking I only had a half dozen left. I had a dozen plus three. So I am “hard boiling” (in the air fryer.... “bake” setting at 250 degrees for seventeen minutes) the three eggs to make deviled eggs for dinner. 

The second upload for yesterday was “my choice”. This is an image seen though my window of part of my neighbor’s garden.

We had arranged to have the lawn mowed today but since it has been so dry for the last couple of weeks I changed my mind and called to cancel that for this week. The grass looks low and dry. My only complaint is there are a lot of white clovers covering the terrace and all other spaces. I suppose I should appreciate them as a field of tiny wild flowers.

We are having a perfect late spring day. I hear the wind chimes every now and then as a soft breeze drifts through. And the birds are extremely talkative today, maybe singing their thanks for the day God has given them (us). The sounds in the air are rather tranquil, no weekend mowers for a change. The sun and sky are almost perfect.

The first upload for today is called  “fruits and vegetables”. This was taken as I unloaded groceries. 

This is a near flawless week end for the neighborhood’s annual local House and Garden Tour. There is a festive  feel in the air. American flags up on several houses in the blocks and smiles as people come and go to the houses listed in the tour. 

The word for today is reading. Reading makes a full man, meditation a profound man, discourse a clear man, Benjamin Franklin.  Some books leave us free and some books make us free, Ralph Waldo Emerson. Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind, James Russell Lowell. What is reading, but silent conversation, Walter Savage Landor. A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors, Henry Ward Beecher. I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten even so they have made me, Ralph Waldo Emerson. The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts, John Greenleaf Whittier.  If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he reads, Ralph Waldo Emerson. The person who deserves most pity is a lonesome one on a rainy day who doesn’t know how to read, Benjamin Franklin. The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page, Saint Augustine.

The second upload for today, “my choice” was shot on my last visit to the Columbus Zoo and

Aquarium a few years ago. 

Here is another view of history about Columbus. There seems, for me, to be something intriguing about each persons description of our history, not only that of Columbus but of many places. From 1860 to 1872 Columbus grew from 18,000 to 31,000 people. Communities of homes and businesses were developing for many reasons. One of the reasons was eight railroads and became a “rail hub” during the Civil War. Many businesses were able to use “cheap supplies and a ready labor force”. Businesses that were for a while among the most important in the area were buggy companies. An early one was called the Columbus Buggy Company which stated at the Iron Buggy Company. A problem was that people complained that the “ride on iron seats was rough”. So they changed their working strategies and made “all sorts” of buggies. In 1873 there was a man German immigrant living in the “Old South End” named Jacob Studer. He happy to active in promoting the “city as a place to work, live and visit”. From the time he was small he went to schools in the area then became an apprentice as a “printer’s devil” learning the print trade. He was also a “skilled” sketch artist. He spent his free time visiting neighborhoods meeting and learning about the people of Columbus. He became a speaker and writer sharing the stories he saw and heard. Eventually he wrote a book called "Columbus, Ohio – Its History, Resources and Progress." He mixed his written reports with state, local and personal history. He wrote about economics, social and cultural aspects of the city while steering clear of politics. His stories talked about the roles of police, fire and public offices relating to the services rather than the people filling those position. 

I had a third upload for today called “negative space”. I found this on in the archives of the sun against the orange sky. 

I have some chili in the freezer from an earlier meal, I think that will be dinner tonight. We will have the skyline chili extras too. 

Joy

    never ending highway maintenance