You can’t go home again

 

It’s a funny thing about comin’ home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You’ll realize what’s changed is you.

 

Above: July 4th, 2008, Berkley Ma. Top image, my first home that I remember. Taunton, MA.  It laid by the banks of the three mile river. I remember every room, every square inch, every snowy  day, every thunder storm.

You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here it’s like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave.
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that, built me.

 

Carl Sagan mentions such things as false memories and confabulations, and they are not rare at all. Misrememberings are the rule, not the exception. They occur all the time. They occur even in cases where the subject is absolutely confident – even when the memory is a seemingly unforgettable flashbulb, one of those metaphorical mental photographs.”  You take it  from here.

Dighton to Taunton

North Dighton, leaving such a friendly neighborhood was painful.  However, the folks in my new neighborhood continue to welcome us with the same warmth as our Dighton neighbors did. The images below are from my Dighton back yard. Lets see what East Glen will offer me.

View from East Glen

Not quite Dighton,  but any port in a storm. Tawny Port maybe.

4.5+ billion years old, still looks good. 

 

A Wild Turkey’s “beard” is the tuft that looks a bit like a miniature horsetail dangling from its breast. Year-old males have beards up to about five inches long, while toms three or more years old can have beards that are 10 inches or longer. Rarely, a tom will have one primary beard and one or two smaller beards just above it.

Summer is almost gone.

It’s Labor Day. Where did my summer go. Every season has it’s unpleasant mood. Labor Day is at the top of the list for me.  It was much worse while in school, but not much better over 50 years later. Summer fades into Fall, shorter days, irritability and anxiety along with a bunch of other Clinical definitions bullshit of seasonal disorders. Hell, I am making my self depressed now. 

we’re meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?

Hollyhocks

Hollyhocks, as I see them.

In pagan and Wiccan circles, Hollyhock symbolism is associated with Lammas because of its tendency to reproduce in abundance. They are frequently used in rituals involving requests for abundance, due to Hollyhocks symbolism of growth and rebirth.

In fact, it is said that one reason why it used to be grown so close to English cottages was to promote abundance in the household, both in power and wealth, but also in fertility.

 

 

It wasn’t uncommon even in the modern era to find Hollyhocks grown in graveyards, particularly along fences and gates.