Fall of Giants (Bk 1)

Just finished reading the Fall of Giants by Den Follett. Its a story dipicting events in England and Europe leading up to, events of and the aftermath of WWI. I don't believe the world's leaders have the ability to learn from past mistakes because we keep repeating them.

The book a depicts mine disaster because the mine owner did not spend the money to follow safety regulations and trampled on workers rights on wages, working conditions and housing the mine owned. Tsars, kings and the moneyed said the working class were not able to participate in any governing of decision making. All peoples below their class were relegated to physical work only.

The death of one man permitted the greed for territory to snow ball. Elements of each country wanted to go to war. Cooler heads did not prevail. Tsars were over thrown to be replaced by dictators. There are still a few of them around. Civilians and soldiers die in large numbers. One of the final chapters left us with Hitler in jail in Germany in mid 1920's. And the beat goes on.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Sat, Sun,Mon, Tues

Went fishing Sat. River was to high to swim. The fish didn't like our bait. Jordon caught a tad pole.

Bottled wine Sun morning. Used a new shorter interval on the timing to cure. It tasted better.
I ran out of wine before it was time to bottle it. So I had two reasons to move to an earlier date.
Yes I did! Went for a hike Sun PM. See Ellen's blog.

Cleaned out the garage Mon. Getting ready for a garage sale. I think I will take all that doesn't sell to Sierra. She would be able of put it to good use in some of her inventions.

Went shopping twice today and found everthing on my list. Fits good. The list included some more ingrediants to make wine. Got home in time to mow the lawn.

I must schedule an early time to make more wine. I don't want to run out again.

Today

Today I will get behind my trusty mower which has an engine, a blade that turns, that pulls it's self and walk along behind it while it mows my acre of grass. Then, like a dummy, I will go to the hardware and get some weed and feed to make the grass grow faster. Next I will get out a pair of tire chain that I found in the barn and see if they will fit the Olds for when it snows in IL. And then I will rest.

Mother Nature

Many years ago (1971) I wrote a few paragraphs to describe The Church of My Choice. My four children hired a professional entertainer to record it with background music. What follows are items stolen from those paragraphs to describe one side of Mother Nature. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Walk with me through the quiet of the morning. Listen to the soft sounds and view the sparkle of the dew from the first rays of the morning sun. Listen to the music from the trees that stand green in the meadow, filled with a sea of flowing grass. Sense the movement of the small animals seeking their fill during the dawning of a new day. Witness the making of honey, the flight of the young as they test their new found skills or a flower bursting into the first stages of bloom. Watch the small brook run gently by with clear fresh water, untouched by all except that on which it flows. As you dip in your hand the temperature of melting ice reflects the age of all things things around you. Feel the gentle baptismal rain of the seeds of life as they spring from the clouds above. As the day has spent itself, the glow of the western sky fills you with wonder. The evening drifts into dark and you feel the settling of life around you. Watch as the moon lifts into view and listen as the night melody plays in your meditation. Terra is proud of her work.