"Detour, there's a muddy road ahead."

     Well, actually the sign didn't say "detour" it said "ROAD CLOSED."  My need for rescue brought to mind Paul Westmorland's Country Western song from the '40. The mudhole was obvious, a serve right instead of left? probably would have made it. Four wheel drive locked in? probably would have made it. Joanne would have thought "That was dumb" but would have said "now what." A mobile phone call to big brother who appeared with his truck and he pulled me out.
    All because I wanted the view of the lake from the top of the hill. Helmer Quail's place, now under water except for his silo, can be seen from the road. Helmer's is an island with fishing boats often just off shore.  Ah yes, today's adventure. Fortunately brother was near and willing. Thanks!
   Two-fers on my morning walk. Two pelicans (see picture) fishing near the road, two kingfisher's skimming the water for insects and two deed, doe and fawn, bounding away. Wildlife sightings are a gift of the season.

Shoulders

by Naomi Shihab Nye

A man crosses the street in rain,
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.

No car must splash him.
No car drive too near to his shadow.

This man carries the world's most sensitive cargo
but he's not marked.
Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,
HANDLE WITH CARE.

His ear fills up with breathing.
He hears the hum of a boy's dream
deep inside him.

We're not going to be able
to live in this world
if we're not willing to do what he's doing
with one another.

The road will only be wide.
The rain will never stop falling.

Takk for alt,

Al

Two fishing.

Beautiful grass.