Musing

+11C, overcast, raining lots
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Gusta & I walked for an hour early this morning in & before departing for Calgary; a quiet Sunday morning in suburban north Edmonton & certainly much drier than it would have been in Calgary
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the highway I’ve driven so many times . . . the view straight ahead of dotted lines & tail lights lightly lit by brooding clouds - - -
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but a look to either side reveals freshly planted fields of green – the planting done – a metaphor for working hard planting many seeds to, hopefully, reap a harvest later
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farmers get it
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every day we have a chance to plant seeds, cultivate a crop or to reap a harvest, but we won’t reap much if we stop planting
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the comforting quiet of home . . . the chance for a nap after dog walking & before launching into my regular Sunday project & a good night’s sleep tonight in a familiar bed . . . ahhh . . hard to beat a good sleep
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driving home my head was busy . . working through some strategy for the week ahead; mulling some old memories triggered by the Edmonton visit; arriving home . . no matter how much unpacking & laundry & forgotten chores wait for me is a comfort I never imagined when I was younger . . . so comforting
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I had a great visit + golf + some fabulous salmon with Maureen yesterday . . . seems she’s a dog lover after all !
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Mark
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