Changing the Closet

When I lived in New England, it was a ritual of the season – spring and fall -- to change the closet. Most folks knew what you were talking about when you set aside a few hours for that task. In early October, it meant taking out the spring and summer clothes, packing them away, and getting the fall and winter things out of storage. My storage closet was in the basement, so it was up and down the stairs, basement to second floor, many trips with one batch of clothes and shoes betting moved up and the other batch getting moved down. 

In the South, changing the closet is not really a thing. There are generally two seasons: hot and not so hot! I still have a long wool winter coat, but I hardly ever wear it. Usually a warm jacket is enough. But this year, I am changing my closet. The clothes in the back of the closet haven’t been worn very much, if at all. They are fine; it is just that I have a lot of things and wear mostly the same ones over and over. I will take out the shirts and dresses in the back and pack them away. When the calendar turns to spring and summer, even if the weather stays much the same, I will send them along to someone who needs and can use them.

 

First of Fall

The corn field is all brown stubble; the corn has been gathered.  The pink and yellow cotton blossoms are turning into bolls.  Acorns are pinging on the tin roof over the porch, and the magnolia pods are bursting with red seeds.  The poke berries are purple, reminding me of the days when we used to mash them and make our own ink.  Spider webs are everywhere, as their spinners seek that last bit of nourishment.  Bees are foraging on goldenrod, swamp sunflowers, and chives gone to flower.  Butterflies have emerged from their cocoons and are getting ready to fly away or leave their eggs to over-winter. The hummingbirds have already left.  Some of the chickens are molting.  The horse and dog and goats have not put on their winter coats but they will soon.  

At Yale, we sang the alma mater with this line:  “The seasons come, the seasons go. The earth is green or white with snow.”  I feel the season going, the season of summer with its golden corn and wildflowers and green fields.  There is a touch a fall in the air when I walk out into the morning.  The seasons come, the seasons go. 

Sunday Morning

The spires of the pine trees rise like steeples.  A choir of insects hums the prelude.  The birds offer a morning anthem. .  The breezy breath of the wind stirs the trees to praise. The dome of the sky is a shelter of blue and white; the sun shines brighter than any candles.  And God is present.

 

Later, I will go to church, and there will be a steeple and music and praise and candles.  And God will be there, too.

 

I am reminded of a song taught to us in a long-ago Sunday School class:  

 

Over the ground is a mat of green;

Over the green, the dew;

Over the dew are the arching trees;

Over the trees, the blue.

Dotting the blue are the scudding clouds.

Over the clouds, the sun;

Over the sun is the love of God,

Brooding us everyone.

Morning Sounds

 The dog’s big yawn

The cat demanding breakfast

 

Two crows and a quail having a conversation

 

Quiet breeze in the pine trees

 

Raindrops plopping on the tin roof of the shed

 

Cars and trucks, traffic on the road, carrying folks to work

 

Big yellow busses, full of children I can’t hear but can imagine -- some rowdy and ready for the day, others still bed-rumpled and sleepy

 

The lawn mower

 

My neighbor’s hen announcing an egg

 

Dogs barking far away

 

The horse greeting me, or more likely, his bucket of feed

 

And under it all, the gentle hum of a thousand unseen insects, greeting the day

Things that make me smile!

Buddy going for a ride!!

My friend has worked on my 1949 Ford pickup truck for weeks, fixing this and replacing that, diagnosing and researching and repairing. And it is running beautifully!!! So today I took the dog for a drive, his first trip in the truck. His ears perked up when I started it – he is used to the Prius which is so quiet, not like the truck. We drove just a bit, not far, and he was fine. 

My dog by my side, my truck humming along, a lovely late summer day: happiness all around!

 

My New Grocery Store

From their Face Book page - this and lots more!

There is a small Mexican grocery store in the little town nearest us. I’ve seen their pictures on Face Book, but I had never been until today. It is a wonderful place! There are bins of fresh fruits and vegetables: mangos, tomatoes, oranges, avocado, garlic, onions, and wonderfully strange things (to me) like rambutan and nopales. In the cold section, there are tender greens, cilantro, radishes, all kinds of lovely cheeses. The frozen foods include cooked shrimp, ready-to-eat burritos and tortillas with refried beans, plus sausages. And there are baskets of all kinds of dried chilies. The canned food shelves include chipotles, pickled jalapenos, and canned nopalitos. Pinatas hang from the ceiling and there is a whole section of shoes and boots with a rich leathery aroma, as well as colorful pottery and molcajetes for making guacamole. An older man was in the back cleaning the cactus paddles, and the woman at the counter was warm and helpful. She spoke English, but I so wished I could speak Spanish so I could properly thank her for stocking such wonderful food. 

There is also a Dollar General Market in that town and it has a little bit of fresh food, as well as a large freezer section of processed foods. I’ve gone there for things in the past. But this little market is my new grocery store, I think. It will feel good to support a truly local business, it will be convenient, and the food will be fresh and good. Plus I think I will learn how to cook nopales!

 

Common???

Common Whitetail Dragonfly

We have lots of dragonflies in our yard. One of the most spectacular is this black and white one. I did not know its name and so I looked it up. It is a “common whitetail dragonfly.” But I have to say: there is nothing “common” about this insect. It is so beautiful, so unusual. I am glad to know its name, and also glad to understand that there are so many common things around us that are just little miracles – like this dragonfly.

 

In the east, the sun was shining. In the west, there was a storm brewing. And even though our weather comes from the west, I still walked, hoping that the storm would wait. And then when I turned, there was a rainbow, partial at first, then dimming, then filling out. 

And I thought about the story from Genesis, but I was not thinking about Noah or the animals or the ark. I was thinking about God – God who unilaterally disarmed, who hung up the bow never to engage in that kind of violence. And when the rainbow was just a fragment, it seemed a reminder that the bow, the weapon, had been broken. 

God disarmed. Why can’t we? Why can’t we hang up our bows, our bombs, our guns, our violence. And why can't we turn away from those who use starvation as a weapon of war?  How can we let the children of Gaza starve? How can we let the children of our own county starve? It is time for all of us to hang up our bows.

 

More Neighbors!

My sister’s vehicle began making a terrible racket yesterday, like rocks rolling around in a metal bucket. It was obvious that she needed to have it inspected and fixed. But how and where? It couldn’t be driven, and the nearest place to tow it would be at least 30 miles away. Plus any dealer would charge her a fortune just to look at it. I texted a friend and asked his advice. He and his son showed up a bit later, opened the hood, and diagnosed the problem. Then they called the auto parts place for the water pump and got to work fixing things. It was so, so hot, and the job took longer than they thought it would due to a missing bolt. But in a couple of hours, the truck was fixed. No tow truck, no overpriced dealer, no hassle for us. 

A few Sundays ago in church, we read the parable of the Good Samaritan. Jesus asks the lawyer: “Who was a neighbor to the man in need?” The answer: “The one who showed mercy.” Our neighbors are the ones who took care of us, showed mercy, gave us what we needed – their skill, their time, their willingness to help. 

What a blessing to have neighbors!!

 

The Grocery Store

Today when I checked out at the grocery story, the women ringing up my order asked if I wanted to contribute to the local food bank by buying some groceries. I told her no, that I gave a monthly contribution to them. And I think I added something about what good work they do. She thanked me and said she wished she could get some reasonably priced groceries. I told her that the Food Bank has a grocery store where you can just go and shop – no cost, no screening, no pre-approval. She must have known about that, because she said it was hard for her to get there because of her schedule and transportation. She told me that she has to take a cab or Uber to her job at the grocery store. I asked where she lived – across town, not in walking distance of her work or the Food Bank. We talked about how hard it is to navigate public transpiration, which I have had to do a little but not for survival. She told me that it was hard to make ends meet, that she had cancelled her cable tv so she could pay for food. And….she works in a grocery store. 

I didn’t know what to do for her. I don’t know what to do for any people like this who are working so hard, trying so hard. I keep doing my monthly donation to the Food Bank. That is something. But in the months ahead, I know that eliminating hunger will be like emptying the ocean with a teaspoon. There are so many people like this woman who are working as hard as they can and still can’t make ends meet. And there are so many more who will be required to get a job and that won’t make things any easier for them – if they can even find work and pay to get there. 

And there was my grocery order: two key lime pies, goat cheese, a bottle of wine.  It was just my grocery list, but for the woman ringing up my order, I think it was an unimaginable luxury. 

Lord, have mercy.