Old Man on one leg stands, grey of feather, long of beak…

done by me, many years ago.

The Great Blue Heron came today. He flew in from the West through the low mist and barren trees. He looked like a Pterodactyl on his approach and at first I mistook him for a Vulture. That was my observation on this early dawn, freshly out of bed, with the pulsing pop of the Percolator in my immediate ear-shot. There was ice inside the windows of my bed room, so thick I couldn’t see outside, normally a clear view of the little creek and forest beyond is visible. I arose earlier than usual because of the cold and got to see the Great Blue Heron and his prehistoric Stork stance. I last saw him creeping down the creek, looking for fishes as the sun-warmed thicket began to steam. There was still snow in the woods behind the creek, ascending the Hillock which is there, of which I am speaking. The snowy remnants of a dusting on Wednesday night. That night I went out into the snow, for my favorite time is when it’s falling (for snow, that is). I sat in my tiny Hut on the section of completed wood flooring, next to a tiny heater, trying to get warm. There is a broken window high up in the right-hand corner, where the ladder fell on Sunday as I was screwing in a board below that same window. It’s a big, jagged crack with some missing pieces. I keep reminding myself not to sit below it. I need to take out the remaining shards of glass that still dangle there like a translucent sunburst

Before me on my cluttered desktop is a spotted banana, freckled with brown, changing color as I type this, soon the freckles will be yellow. If I don’t eat it before long, the Fruit Flies will carry it off. Having just observed this scenario, I am reminded of the oft considered sentence, “Time flies like an arrow; Fruit flies like a banana”, which I googled and found out from Wikipedia that it is a “garden-path sentence”, which I did not know but because of the number of times I have run this set of words through my mind, it does make sense. Further into Wikipedia, I found out that “A garden path sentence is a grammatically correct sentence that starts in such a way that the reader’s most likely interpretation will be incorrect.” I also discovered, just now, that this blog entry is an example of a grouping of Tangential Asides, some of which, are among my favorite types of things. Au revoir, mes amis!

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4 thoughts on “Old Man on one leg stands, grey of feather, long of beak…

  1. thank You! I am just excited to be blogging and having things happen that I can write a few words about. It’s kind of Home-on-the-Range in the Outer Suburban Reaches…

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