Of all the quotes inscribed in the Cannongate Wall of Scottish Parliament, I made sure to remember this one:
There is hope in honest error;As the peaks melt, their icy waters are rising in our creeks and rivers.
None in the icy perfections of the mere stylist.
Yesterday was a gorgeous day. Dar worked for a few hours at Encounter Earth.
I helped the kids rope a small boat to a tree overhanging the creek so they could let themselves float down stream and then pull themselves back upstream. They giggled for an hour with that.... While they did that, I got a big bucket and lifted water from the stream to water various trees and plants around our home. Then the three soaking wet gigglers wanted to jump on their big trampoline for an hour. And of course, Dad had to provide frigid buckets of water from the creek to their slippery bouncing glee. Another hour... Then the boys ran to the nearby foot bridge to dangle their feet, toss stones, and watch the waters gurgle by, as my daughter curled up in a towel on my knee, listening to the birds sing. Another hour.
Then we had steaks on a grill over an open fire at a friend's place... The guy has amazing stories. We listened to him talk for an hour. He is a Paris trained chef who, among many other things, opened a famous chain of restaurants all around the world. We laughed as he told us funny stories of all his celebrity babysitting. He's guest chef at a ritzy local golf course all summer.
All smiles he says, "You and me, four free hours of golf this week. Brand new TalyorMades!?"
All smiles back, "Ok, just make sure you have a box of 24 balls. I'd rather play from the forest."
5:54 a.m. now... From my vantage point, sunlight is providing rosy ambiance in the far peaks of Mt. Lawrence Grassi. It'll be a while yet before the Sun appears behind me over Grotto Mountain.
Let's see here, I guess I'll thumb through a bit of Annie Dillard's "Pilgrim at Tinker Creek" and Belden C. Lane's "The Solace of Fierce Landscapes: Exploring Desert and Mountain Spirituality"