Sunset on the Ranch Road
Well, we are in our new home, and memories… both good and bad… will always live in our hearts. The sight of this fall sunset on my own road… well, it’s not a bad thing. Not a bad thing at all!
Looking down off my deck is one of my neighbor’s fields and the Shade River.
The mighty Shade!
I’m writing this from California… and as beautiful as California is (and it is beautiful!) I’m looking forward to being home tomorrow!
Back at Hillside Farm, if there is ever a second coming, a lot of dogs and cats are going to rise up out of our old back yard. They will sleep where they lie as long as they are allowed to… but I took my stone to the FPR with us.
It's got Marlo's name on it, but we loved them all!
Those who have moved on… four footed and two, will live in our hearts… for a long time!
Last week was an election and as an American, I wouldn’t miss an election.
Home town proud indeed!
This will be the last time we vote in Scipio Township… from now on it’s Bedford… I love small town American. Indeed, it has been my home for a quarter of a century.
Well, it’s time to head down to Santa Cruz for two shows at the Kuumbwa Jazz.
I’ve been thinking a lot of late… so after I catch up on the diary of the last three gigs, I’m going to devote myself to some thoughtful writing… in the meantime… onward!
My 14 year old pure bred Dalmation, son of champions, died in 2004. His AKC registered name was Jorma Kaukonen. I miss him every day. Nine years ago I got a mutt loaded with fleas off a panel truck driven from Georgia to New Jersey. He now looks like a lion, and he has the spirit of a champion. His name is Jack, and I am all the better a human being because of them.
Miss my dog everyday.
“You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.”
Robinson Jeffers, 1941
I planted my 20 year old wonder parrot, Seamus, out in the south forty about 2 1/2 years ago.Yet still, when I leave the homestead, I say ‘bye’ya, Seamus’, and when I return I say ‘hiya, buddy!’
Yeah, I know it’s a bit eccentric, but I still carry that little monster around with me 🙂
Nice Jorma. Looking forward to tonight’s shows at Kuumbwa.
Also, to whatever you have to share.
It’s raining a bit. Drive carefully over the 17.