SKY WATCH

I have visited South Cape Meadows hundreds of times over the past thirty years. Sadly, it is no longer what it used to be, but I have many photographs to remind me of what it once was. In this picture, taken a few years ago at sunset, the Cape May Lighthouse can be seen on the distant horizon.



Please take time to view the many other pictures entered in Sky Watch Friday from countries all over our world. You will find the list at Wigger's World, with our host, Tom.

In answer to some questions in comments:
Thanks to all of you,
South Cape Meadows, where this picture was taken, was always a beautiful natural area until about a year ago when the land owner, Nature Conservancy decided to "improve" it. They went to work with a federal grant I understand. It is now nice and neat with clean, straight paths and bridges, mowed grass, etc, and they now charge a fee to go in. So far as I'm concerned, it's ruined, although the birds are starting to find their way back. I do also hear that the township has an easement across the property, to the water, so I'm hoping that in the future we may be able to reclaim at least a little of what we once had.

GRANDILOQUENCE

Do you like that word? Just wanted to see if you were paying attention.

Actually, I just had to look it up to prove to myself that it was a real word. I'd never heard it before. The Wheel of Fortune came on TV. (I say it "came on" because it isn't a program that I normally watch.) The puzzle was "Bombastic". Then they asked the player to use it in a sentence, and she made up a sentence that really didn't use it properly. They accepted it anyway, and I, being rather compulsive about such things, had to go look it up to see if there was some kind of definition that would excuse it. The definition for "bombastic" was "grandiloquent". OK.

Enough of this.


I am happy to say that I just ate a sandwich made with lots of lettuce from my own garden. I wish I could say that the V-8 I had with it was squeezed from veggies from my own garden, but that is not to be. But it makes me very happy when I can eat something that I have grown myself. I wish I could grow everything. Remember the Victory Gardens we had during World War II? No, most of you aren't old enough to remember that. We had a big plot, and we ate very well from it.

The first of my wild flowers have put in an appearance too. Forget-me-nots. The rest of them, plus the sunflowers I planted in back of them, are showing great promise. And the tiger lilies are already blooming. I love tigers. They were volunteers - a few tiny plants that sprang up in the grass. I moved them into the garden a few years ago, and they thrived and spread. I now have them in two gardens. I love volunteers. You always know they will do well, because they aren't moved far from where they originated. And they always just seem to fit in.

And now, having ended the whole thing with a preposition, I will end the post. Nothing more to say. Just wanted to keep in touch.

BANNER

My daughter photographed this banner up in Northampton, Mass.
I like it.

JACK

John Kenneth Halbert, M.M.

February 29, 1932 - June 6, 2008








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SKY WATCH

Barnegat Lighthouse is another of my favorites. Oh well - I have to admit it. They are all my favorites. I tried climbing the steps inside this one once, but never made it to the top. It is in a very pretty setting, and I have spent many happy hours there from time to time. The day I took this picture was bright and sunny, and also cold and windy.


Please stop by Wiggers' World, where our host, Tom has listed all those participating in Sky Watch Friday this week. There are lots of them. Why not join us?

IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT

Wind howled and rain crashed against the windows. Thunder rumbled continuously, lightning lit up the room, and fire sirens wailed. Under these conditions, I know the TV should have been turned off. But in the midst of the pledge drive for PBS, there was a Pete Seeger special. How could I not watch that, no matter what the risk?


I love folk music - and bluegrass - and good old time country music. Old time - not the pseudo-country stuff they try to foist off on us today, sung by youngsters who haven't a clue what it's all about. (I know - I know. I'm a crabby old lady. Well, I guess I'm just a Pennsylvania hillbilly after all. Can't help it if I got here by way of Massapequa, New York. I'm still a country girl at heart.)


Pete Seeger was interrupted a little more than an hour into the program, when I lost the satellite signal, but at least it happened at an opportune moment, just as they were pausing to ask us to help fund PBS. I do hope you were able to do that, and that you had the opportunity to hear Pete's story. What a man!


To every thing - Turn! Turn! Turn!

There is a season - Turn! Turn! Turn!

And a time to every purpose under Heaven.