Which comes first? The chicken or the egg. Does it matter?
Soon 2024 will be left behind in an archive older than time itself. The year becomes new again in 2025. There is a beginning and an end to every new year. The ever-moving hand of time turns the dial of this transformation.
Those of us who live within time's framework must follow along. What would it take to escape this framework? Could one enter into a melting pot of the past, present, and the future existing all at once? Could one move freely from one to the other, and to the other? Would you turn into a chameleon in the process?
Keeping track of the chicken and the egg would be nearly impossible. Does it really matter who came first?
Side note: I was inspired after reading some Ogden Nash poems, and reading about Puff, the Magic Dragon. The year of the dragon is coming to an end soon. The new year requires some introspection before it begins.
Tomorrow night 11/15/2024 will be the peak of the last super moon of 2024. (AI generated image)
The chill in the air today gave me hope that our winter will be memorable.
The beaver prepares for winter. It builds a dam and stores up food. Here it looks to be praying by the water, asking the moon for guidance. This month’s full moon is named in its honor.
This reminds me of the new Reservoir Park in Loudoun County, which is a partnership between Loudoun Water and NOVA Parks. It is situated on the southeast side of Beaverdam Reservoir. I have not yet had a chance to visit it this year. I will have to put this on my 2025 list of things to do if I do not get a chance before then to visit it.
My hope is that the sky will be clear of clouds tomorrow night. It is raining now and expected to continue through until morning. Shine bright Beaver Moon!
The Japanese Cherry trees are blooming early. The pink in front is very old.
When looking out our front bay window, all we see is pink covering the branches. It spreads dominantly across our view.
The white cherry in the back garden are daughter saplings from the older trees that had to be cut down. The fluffy white spreads out joyously, fulfilling their family legacy.
The little dwarf iris you see here were planted as bulbs long ago. Six were planted, though I never see more than two or three.Their bloom is brief. These two were spotted early morning on a dreary rainy day by the mailbox.It was voting day, and I had an early morning errand to run. Their appearance cheered me up. My reward for such an early morning.
The Camellia japonica is named "Kramer's Supreme". It is planted in the back garden in front of my bedroom window. This past Friday I spotted the first fully opened flower. I cut the branch to bring the flower inside to spread cheer and beauty to us all.
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