While I suspect western culture has always been afflicted with the desperate need to be seen, affirmed and acknowledged, we appear to be nearing the climax of self destructive behavior in our mindless pursuit to escape our true self by having our madness verified as normal and natural by other mad men and women.
I grew up outdoors, returning to the nest only to refuel and recharge. As a child of the 1950's and 60's, any entertainment value derived from remaining indoors paled in comparison to what lay just beyond the entrance threshold.
This carried over into my 20's and early 30's when I worked residential construction in Southern New England. There are four distinction seasons, all of near equal length, in that part of the world. So I grew up appreciating, and occasionally cursing, every aspect of Mother Nature. Continue reading Nature’s Fireworks→
My apologies for being absent for the last week or so, but we have a lot going on at the moment. As you can see from the picture above, things are finally greening up here on top of the mountain. While we may by just a dozen or so miles north of the North Carolina border, living at an elevation of 3,000 feet means we experience a climate similar to locales several hundred miles further north and much nearer to sea level.
Mrs. Cog has been busy with her crafts while juggling the planting of early lettuce, cabbage and kale. While our weather has turned decidedly warmer of late, with daytime highs in the 60’s and low 70’s and lows in the mid 40’s to low 50’s, Mother Nature can still throw us a curve ball with one last killing frost. Continue reading Spring Has Sprung→