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HerbnArts: Zen and the Goldenrod... : There is a quiet to the morning here. The air is lightly cool, not quite sweater worthy. The only sound for the moment is that of an a...

    There is a quiet to the morning here.  The air is lightly cool, not quite sweater worthy.  The only sound for the moment is that of an army of crickets that must be the size of dogs to produce such a sound level.  All the school buses are off and away, the clanging, banging trash service trucks have noisily finished their job and finally it is quiet...except for the crickets.  A spurt of sunshine has pointed out the goldenrod plants that are seemingly everywhere this year.  My grandmother always said that September was the month for purple flowers.  This year the purple flowers showed up in August, no doubt due to all the rain we had in the spring.  This year I would have to say that the predominant color is that of bright yellow from the bumper crop of goldenrod blooming just everywhere.  Goldenrod often gets a bad rap because most people think that is what is responsible for their fall allergies, but the truth is that ragweed is the real culprit.  Ragweed pollen is cast into the

     Ah, the water lilies!   What a great time I had capturing these images!  Ira Trailhead never fails to produce some great stuff to photograph.  All summer it was too hot and humid to get out to do any photographing so I am lean in the images department this year.  Last year I shared a lot of images compared to this year.  But now the weather is much better.  We have fall temps and I am hoping to capture some of those rolling misty fog scenes that are creeping onto the area.  This passed weekend I attended and herb fair at Quailcrest Herb Farm in Wooster, Ohio, and I also found my way to the art show in Kent at Fred Fuller Park.  Even though there was a little rain, both shows were a lot of fun.  Armed with my modest budget I managed to purchase some bundles of Sweet Annie and a few little herb plants.  A couple of arty bookmarks caught my eye so I indulged myself with them as well.  The coveted outdoor sausage sandwiches, ever present at most outdoor shows, became my lunch.  Quailc

    The day is raining off and on with bits of rolling thunder, and an occasional streak of lightning.  It is nothing like that sunny September day ten years ago when life would forever change in America.  We were so naive then, thinking that the violence of terrorism would never touch the United States.  It was incomprehensible to most Americans.  Never had Americans seen masses of her own people walking across bridges and piling onto boats to cross the harbor, everyone trying to get out of the city any way they could.  The expressions on all the faces was that of shock and worry.  Cell phones didn't work and no one was able to get a message to their loved ones that they were okay.  A worried nation sat glued to their televisions not knowing what else to do.  But it didn't take the country long to rally.  And America did what she does best, start rebuilding, digging deep into her wallet for money, and sending any help of any kind to make the situation better.  The enemy had gr