Scars We Make

 

Out across the land roll the miles of wire, carrying electricity. Keeping the internet fired, cooking the meals, lighting out way into the future.  Like invaders from Mars the poles grasp the high tension wires.  Turbines whirl on far hill making little electrons to travel in the wires.

It is a grid of poles and wires that stretches around the world, ever shrinking the planet earth.  Clear eye stretching vistas are few and far between.  Lights on far hillside twinkle in the darkness, lights glow marking the prison. 

By our demands of conveniences, the landscape changes.  No longer is it trees marking the way.  Now it is logs standing on end, arms stretched out grasping the wire.  It brings a standard of living unthinkable centuries ago.

Side by side they march, big brother to the station, little boy to the home.  Each leaving their marks, a pock mark on the ground. 

Go back to living with candles, oils and wood.  What would happen if there was no longer electricity?   Smart phone would be nothing, computer would be silent the lantern would flicker.

Would it be the end of life or just a change?

On far hill are the white towers of the wind turbines, surrounding the high power lines, feeding more electrons into the wires.  Behind sets the gas fired power plant to make up for when the wind does not turn the turbines. 

It is a funny life.  The changes of tomorrow are yesterdays machines.  The windmill was one of earliest powered machines man made.    Returning to the dark ages, have candles, lanterns or oils.  When the toe is stubbed it hurts.  The land is scarred by man, nothing unusual.  Man is always fouling his nest. 

Weeds A Tumbling

 

Across the land they roll, animated weeds a following the wind.  With a life of their own, the tumbleweed follows the path of the wind.  Pausing briefly on a snag.  To wait for the next change in the breezes.

Fences snag them, make a barrier.  For miles the fence line stretches across the prairie, loaded with tumbling weeds.  There are times the weight becomes enough to snap the wires and when it snows, more pressure is put on the fence.

During the dirty 30’s these weed barriers would collect blow dirt.  Forming mounds on the fence line.  The cattle could walk over the fence and wander over the other fences traveling with the wind at their back.   Miles away the cattle would travel, walking up and over the fence.

There were heavy rains late this past summer and the pastures grew tumble weeds by the gross.  Now with the dry weather of fall, the weeds have escaped to travel over the land to spread their seeds.

The Russian thistle came over with the German and Russian immigrants from the Ukraine region.   They brought their wheat seed with them and mixed in the seeds were the seeds of the tumble weed.  Today the German and Russian ancestors roam freely over the land, border to border, covering the prairie.

A Mid Autumn Day

 

Across the roof it chatters,  ruffling the edges, whistling over the eves, howling through the corners, the wind of fall is giving a teaser of the winter to come.  Tiny flakes of white swirl through the air, spotting the damp soil, leaving white prints. 

Over there someplace the storm rages.  Here it is the wind and mild teasers.  Moisture is always welcome yet there are times it rides on the backs of lions, roaring, growling, tossing and turning over the land.  Tumbleweeds are re-tumbled, looking for a new fence to park on.

The day of no sky, blue replaced by scudding grey, trees waving to the passing wind.  Clouds lifting, teasing that there is sky, wind shatters the moment.  A clattering of tumbling windprints floating over the land, dueling with the clouds.  Lifting clouds, giving hope for a blue moment. 

Warm fall days giving way to brisk nights.  Days of clouds, cold knives slashing down from the north.  Cutting into the memory of winters past and winters to come.  The days of autumn are passing, the white days are approaching.

Jack Frost is tapping at the window.

White House …… Slaver….

 

Dr. Ben Carson said that the Obamacare was the worst thing since slavery.  He is so correct in his assessment, it is scary.   Slavery is a form of control over another or something. 

Supposedly the Civil War ended slavery, but slavery can take many forms.  When one is controlled by someone or something, it is a type of slavery.  One of the things that separates out absolute slavery from the other forms is the ability to opt out this lifestyle without a penalty of any kind.

Examples are work, we are controlled by our supervisors/owners, if we are an employee.  Yet at any time one can leave that job without any type of penalty.  Bosses may get upset and make all kinds of remarks but that is it, I can walk away. 

What happens when I refuse the government health care,….. I am penalized, by what is called a tax.  If I refuse to pay that tax….. what happens…. all the powers of the Federal government comes to full force on me. 

Now a slave in the 17-1800’s etc, would suffer some severe consequences also, whippings, beatings to being killed.  Look at the parallels of being a slave, prior to the Civil War and what is happening today.  Like it or not, we hostage to the government, if we don’t pay our taxes, we are looking at prison time.   Pretty nasty way to treat the people they are supposed to be helping.

Yes master will soon become a byword in society and who will be the masters?

Look what happened to the reporter that was writing a story about Homeland Security.  Her house was ransacked and her notes pertaining to the story were confiscated.  How the government has been treating its people lately is pretty damm scary.

Yet as a society we have given up so many freedoms to government laws.  No longer can one be independent, there are so many government rules to follow and like sheep, most to just roll along to a country of slaves to its government. 

Want to be strong and powerful,  Go become a politician and get elected president, You can rule with an iron fist over a flock of meek sheep.

Spam…… tastic

 

This past couple of weeks have seen hits galore on my blog site.  The spammers have been on one blog in particular, over 1000 hits on a blog I wrote over 3 years ago.  Not sure what caught their attention but it is like flies on shit.

Spam is not unusual, it is part of the deal. For the most part, they have been commercial.  Nothing vile or nasty, just looking for more readers.  Like most people I enjoy shopping and I check out some of the spam sites on occasion just to see.  Only once was it a porn site. 

What’s interesting is how many of the spam comments are very flattering.  Could be an ego booster if they were serious.  Being an old buzzard have seen things like this in the past and will see more in the future.  Not much new in the world, outside of the gadgets. 

One of these days, I need to get a can of bacon flavored spam,  Heard it was pretty good.  Cook it up, add some eggs n taters.  Then sit in the open air and enjoy nature.  Jest get away from the spams of life.  Now to find my old cast iron skillet or grill…… heading for the great outdoors.

Have a blessed weekend.

The Joys of Snow

 

Woke in the morning, looked out the window and the ground was dappled with frosty flakes of snow.  Large flakes were a falling, size of quarters and bigger.  Gently they tumbled earth ward.  Sinking into the warm earth, blotting the grasses and flowers.  Fall is here.

So many people carp, gripe and complain about winter, yet it is part of God’s creation and I really don’t want to make him upset.  Plus I enjoy the white stuff, I rejoice in for it is what replenishes life.  The solid liquid awaiting the spring warmth.  I can wear some different clothes, stay warm and go forth and partake of God’s gift.

A light dusting making new clothing of white mantles to wear for a bit. 

I know there are those who do not like snow and they tend to live in areas where it does not snow.  They have their hot summers, swelter in the humidity or eat the sands of the dessert. For them that is where they want to be.  These are the choices we have in life and many exercise their God given right to make choices. 

Man is extremely adaptable and can live under a variety of conditions.  The searing heat of the dessert, to the frozen tundra of the polar regions.  Even with the right equipment, man can live in the water.  The submarine stays underwater for months at a time.  Then man lives in space, floating high in space, encapsulated in a tiny space vessel. 

To complain about the snow, nope for it is but a brief moment in time.  As I write this, most of the snow has melted and the temps are in the mid 40’s.  Yes Fall truly is a wondrous time of year.  The Four Seasons can be had in a week. 

Walking, time to forth chase the steps my shoes are making.  Trod gently into that good day the Lord has given me.

Mother Nature’s Breath

 

With all the rain we’ve had and the flooding, one would think it would be green and lush on the plains.  Well Mother nature has a way of reminding man that she is in charge.  We have had some heavy winds off and on over the past week and it has dried out the surface of the dirt.  Last week this drying showed up.

Fields were blowing and clouds of dust were reaching skyward.  There were flocks of tumbleweeds chasing each other across the land.  So much work goes into the land and then there it goes, up in dust. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUm4AUExeOw

Made a short video the storm blowing things around.  It was amazing the watch the tumbleweeds scurry over the roadways.  Just want to meet the bigger ones.  They can scratch real easy an or plug up radiators.

Had to use headlights, for visibility, not mine but so others seen me.  It was twilight at 3:00 pm.

The wind has settled down and there was rain later that eve.  So the dust is pretty light.  Yet when the storm front kicks through, it roars through.  Rearranging lots of things.  Then is part of the changing seasons.  There are glorious fall days and knifing winds cutting into the soul. 

Soon the goblins and spooks will be prowling the byways.

Have a great week.