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a good place.

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what a lovely little place

discovered on a walk in the woods

nestled beneath the old trees

resting on a blanket

of the softest pine needles

open to all who happen by

who lives here?

“when you’re wide open, the world is a good place.”

-sharon salzberg

 

 

 

 

 

nichols arboretum, ann arbor, mi, usa. november 2018

audience.

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walking through a park

on a beautiful day

 looking up to the sky

and 

quietly sitting way up there

was a very polite and interested audience

it was standing room only. 

“ive never had any idea that what I like would resonate with the audience, and i’m pleasantly surprised when it does.”

-tom petty (r.i.p.)

 

 

south pond park, ann arbor, michigan, usa

falling.

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fall is only ‘fall’ to americans, even though the term was coined in britain.

what do you call the picking of ripe sweet potatoes, apples, squash and pumpkins?

harvest.

that was the word used until the 1300s to describe the next few months of weather.

because “harvest” also meant the gathering of ripe crops, when the word “autumn” showed up in english writing, its popularity soared.

some time after, poets coined the phrase “the fall of leaves” — shortened to “fall” in the 1600s.

the word “autumn” still remained popular throughout england’s period of colonizing the world.

the lack of consistent communication between the english and the people in the american colonies led to differences in the language.

by the mid-1800s, the word “fall” had firmly rooted itself in america.

and apparently something was again lost in translation

when communicating with mother nature

as yesterday was the official first day of 

fall/harvest/autumn

and our temps in michigan were in the 90s. 

(photo: fuller park, ann arbor, mi, usa)

 

 

 

credit: cnn news

‘shrooms.

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in keeping with the food theme of the month

and lucky timing

i visited mushroom park

as part of my ann arbor park walk

and there i found

 a wonderful unique park

smack dab in the middle of a neighborhood

surrounded by

a group of small rolling grassy berms

 once i walked through the path between the little hills

there was a sweet little playground

and a series of

interesting psychedelic painted ceramic mushrooms

it had a very special feel about it

i kept expecting to cross paths with a gnome or fae folk

instead i found a colorful hand-painted rock

one had left behind

and if i had to guess

i’d say that this charming little park

just may have been created in the ’60s.

“i’m just some lunatic macaroni mushroom, is that it?”

-joe pesci

 

credits: mushroominfo.com, national food days/months