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I sat down in a field ...

Oak in a field I sat down in a field to write a story for my grandkids.  It was July and already the air hung heavy as the day warmed and temperatures soared, hot and humid.  The gnarled oak tree provided small comfort… Once upon a time there was a farm … what a cliché beginning.  Don’t all kids’ stories start out that way?  Back to my train of thought…. The farm was nestled in a small valley encircled by golden-hued rolling hills dotted with oak and madrone and stately cottonwoods.  Wheel-lines spurting sprays of cooling water to the surrounding fields; the sound echoing – ch, ch, ch, ch was mesmerizingly bucolic. Oh, where is my concentration?  I’ve been listening to the cadence of the sprinklers … CH Bailey sits in this tranquil setting.  Big and white, the farmhouse is the focal point.  Its black plantation shutters and iconic red door that mimics the tones of the outbuildings has weathered the summer’s smoldering heat and winter’s icy winds.  And, oh the tales

Savoring the Moments

Savoring the moments Often, I find that time marches on and we have no account of what has taken place.  Moments spent with family, friends and the passing away of my Aunt, has given me a chance to reflect on the value of our relationships.  Each one is something to be treasured and kept deep within our beings. I penned this verse at a different place and time, but now is the time to share… They are old… Side by side they sat on the faded yellow sofa Tenderly holding hands Callused, weathered and worn with age …yet skilled and able They gaze at each other with deep set, knowing eyes Lines etch the path of joy and tears Across their faces …telling the story of life Lives that have lived through decades of change Experiencing the advent of automobiles and planes Wind up phonographs and technology beyond imagination …and travel With time comes knowledge Knowledge leads us to wisdom And wisdom brings compassion, empathy and understan