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Goodbye!

I’m not much into statistics, of any kind. I don’t care how many views or likes or comments or follows or whatever else, I get here or on any of my other social networking sites. It just doesn’t interest me to know that kind of stuff. That’s why you’ll not see my “Annual Report from WordPress,” the “Your 2014 in blogging” review thing that a lot of you are posting. I’m pretty sure I posted mine last year, and it didn’t interest me then. So, why post it again? I’m almost certain none of you are interested in my boring blogging stats.

Instead I’ll just say Goodbye to 2014 and leave it at that. I’ll not list any stuff I did or didn’t get done, or any losses or gains, all that stuff is boring too. What matters most is to say that I lived and breathed, and I’m thankful for another year I got to do that. If the good Lord sees fit to allow me to do that much again in 2015, I’ll be satisfied.

I’ll leave 2014 and enter 2015 with a guitar pick in my hand, ready to play. I hope y’all are listening!

More music in 2015!!
More music in 2015!!
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Buried with a tree

Simple things, you might imagine, a tree. You see them everywhere, pass them on your way to and from work, walk under, around, and in between them in the park, and grow them in pots in your living room. I have a rubber tree in my living room, it’s at least 25 years old.

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Look closely, that’s me halfway up.

I own a little section of wooded property with mature oaks, maples, and hickories. I climbed a tall oak in the backyard a couple of years ago, just to prove to myself that I could still do it. I wish I could identify each and every tree I came upon, at the most I can name maybe a half dozen or so.DSC06240

Trees silently tell me that I’m not so important in the grand scheme of things. I strain my neck trying to see what’s in their upper branches, but it’s only the wind and the leaves struggling against it. A battle that is never won until autumn.

Black gum (2)Trees produce oxygen, clean the soil, trap carbon dioxide, provide cool shade in summer and warm heat in winter, act as noise barriers, and give us something to climb on.

I came across a very intreeguing article recently about burial alternatives. Did you know that you can have your remains put in a biodegradeable burial urn along with a tree seed of your choice and then be planted? I’m rethinking my burial plans, I suggest you do the same.

I’m also making a play list of songs I want folks to hear at my Final Party. Death Cab For Cutie’s “Stable Song” will be on it, because it’s beautiful, and so are you.