Date: April 28, 2016
Parkinson's Disease Rants & Ramblings Archive
Soil of Gratitude
As variations in intensity of the rain pelting the tin roof of the old farm house gives evidence of nature’s force, thunder roars in the distance. Prognosticators warned of today’s varied intensities of much needed rain for the region. The newly planted garden is saved from well water and is instead soaked in nature’s bounty […]
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Opportunity
The scratching and crackling had become all too prevalent just over the two front windows. A windstorm two weeks ago rendered the siding over the eaves tattered and torn. Just a slight gust of wind sent the ripped metal pieces flapping against the house or roof in noisy protest. Something more seemed to be going […]
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The Companion
Nestled in the quiet of the morning and the stillness of the moment, thoughts of times past seem to have landed midst the field of today’s agenda. Currently relieved of the physical restraints brought on by hosting the residence crasher called Parkinson’s, reflections of times past flood the cauldron of memories. A place, an event, […]
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The Warmth
A forecast of summer weather so early in the spring seems out of place since frost just paid us a visit a few nights ago. The landscape is bursting with shades of green as wild onions and wire grass engage their respective genetic propensity on the ground. Mid-morning air, less humid than frank summer temperatures, […]
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The Vista
The distant view of the western horizon is obscured by the steady downpour of rain on this warming spring day. Remnants of wind torn siding ripped from the eaves of the farmhouse lay in collected piles awaiting repair and restoration where usable. This season has been inundated with teases of summer, haunts of winter and […]
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The Bridge
The azaleas hugging the white clapboard house stood as a stark pink contrast in the bright sunshine of this unusually chilly spring day. Once inside the gated yard more but different colored blossoms came into view. Nature’s variety and variations were presenting themselves as evidence that even blooming bushes holding the same name were the […]
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In The Swing
In the old Tarzan films you see the poorly verbalized but nevertheless wise hero thrust himself from one steady position to the promise of another by means of a non-tethered but sturdy vine. Conveniently, the vine seems waiting to become the host for the journey to a new destination either away from the dangers that […]
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