A Deep Breakfast of Pure Sunlight

Abby has been in a cereal mood for the last few weekends, though yesterday I made scrambled eggs for her breakfast.
Abby has been in a cereal mood for the last few weekends, though yesterday I made scrambled eggs for her breakfast.

I am aware that my last few entries have been about our new puppy, Hawken, and that my readers might have heard enough for a while.

“Evelyn slapped Raymond on the back with a laugh. ‘You must be starved, old friend. Come into my apartments, and we’ll suffer through a deep breakfast of pure sunlight.’” ~Sri da Avabhas

I set up my tablet, or, in this case, my laptop, on the bar so Abby and I can talk while I edit photos or write while she reads.
I set up my tablet, or, in this case, my laptop, on the bar so Abby and I can talk while I edit photos or write while she reads.
While I covered Friday night's Cruisin' Main in Ada, I had a terrific time texting images like this one to Abby, who is very much a car person.
While I covered Friday night’s Cruisin’ Main in Ada, I had a terrific time texting images like this one to Abby, who is very much a car person.

With things slow at the office, I took a couple of three-day weekends. We sleep, we watch movies, I work outdoors in the early summer breeze. Days like these represent everything I wanted from marriage.

This week’s joke between us: “I wish this had subtitles. It’s all in Canadian!”

This time last year I talked about beauty and its significance, and it remains just as significant a year later. The outdoor world on which we live, seven green acres here in southern Oklahoma, changes, and with my tools and my hands and my back, I am part of those changed. The Rose-of-Sharon bushes, for example, are at the end of their lives. I allowed the elm trees, along the fence leading south from the house, to grow, and they are huge and green, and make nice shade.

I photographed this flower in the pasture near the pond recently. Its beauty never escapes me.
I photographed this flower in the pasture near the pond recently. Its beauty never escapes me.

When I mow, I have a lot of time and monotony in which to think. It’s not always pleasant – I often think about negative things and try to imagine successful solution scenarios, but it doesn’t always end well.

Another of Abby's peace roses is preparing to bloom in the front yard.
Another of Abby’s peace roses is preparing to bloom in the front yard.

For example, Abby’s SiriusXM satellite radio was streaming one of Abby’s favorite country music stations recently, and on the playlist was Lee Greenwood’s Proud to Be an American.

“And I’m proud to be an American/Where at least I know I’m free…”

The last Rose-of-Sharon in the back yard has blossoms on it. Our late goats ate three of the four plants along the back fence.
The last Rose-of-Sharon in the back yard has blossoms on it. Our late goats ate three of the four plants along the back fence.

I certainly have no problem with the premise of national pride, but this song is really about being proud to be a rich, white, straight, conservative American. I’ve been to events where they play this song, and the parking lot is full of $36,000 pickup trucks, and the white-to-other-race ratio is 1500 to 1. There are no gay pride flags flying.

“…God Bless the USA.” I don’t know how you can listen to these lines without thinking about the demise of the democracy/republic and the rise of our electoral oligarchy. I am dismayed that we are taking giant steps toward being a pure mercantilist society, all the while posting childish memes about the purpose of life not being about being rich and popular, but about being kind and humble. We are not a kind and humble nation.

It’s possible I wasting my mowing time thinking about too many negative things. I am grateful to be outside on these summer days, cutting the grass or photographing the dogs and flowers, or clearing the brush from overgrown fence corners. I am grateful to come inside, covered in sweat and dust, to see that Abby loves me more every day. I love her more every day.

The mimosa are in bloom right now. They are one of my favorite things to photograph in the summer.
The mimosa are in bloom right now. They are one of my favorite things to photograph in the summer.
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4 Comments

  1. Beautiful mimosa photo!

    I too think too much when I mow, but even more so when I lie down to sleep each night. And apparently, often about the same topics as you.

    So many of us argue about whether “we’re a Republic” or “we’re a democracy”, yet I see a confluence of so many abhorrent political systems in our nation. Theocracy never completely faded here, and is making a comeback. Oligarchy/plutocracy is very often the order of the day as well. And the worst parts of nationalism have never entirely abandoned us. Underlying it all are the mistaken assumptions that rich people “deserve” what they have, poor people should just work harder, non-white people are lazy and entitled, young people should simply shut up, gay people are in need of redemption, and Jesus wants us to have guns and ignore science.

    (All of these are among the many incorrect things I grew up being told, each of which required a painful epiphany to correct.)

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  2. Richard, your writing grows more complex, mature, thought-provoking, concise, original, deep and scintillating with each entry. This is what a blog is all about. Your writing is AT LEAST as interesting as your photography, if not more so, which makes everything you do so compelling. I couldn’t agree with you more with your assessment as to what is happening in this country, and I couldn’t agree more than we are not a “kind and humble” nation; we are growing less so every day, and thereby more hypocritical. The Meme Nation that is flourishing on Facebook could not be more divorced from reality; I think these things are perpetuated by people who sense what is going on and feel deeply guilty about it, would like to wish it away.
    I’m also touched by your portraits of life “on the farm,” which is sweet and sincere and rather novelistic. Christa and I need to come visit. Keep up the outstanding work, it makes the Internet worthwhile.

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  3. Please could you photograph those elms?

    Approbation? And I came here to tease them about fangirling.

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