Visitation

Yesterday was one of heat and humidity that discouraged outdoor activities.  I don't mind sweating in the sun when necessary but have never been one to seek out the heat without purpose.  I found things to do inside where the air conditioning was working quite well.

We had made plans to meet some friends who were camping out at the lake sometime in the afternoon and I was dreading it.  I knew that sitting around visiting in the heat would be uncomfortable, even in the shade.  There was virtually no breeze to stir the air and the humidity remained high throughout the day.  I was not excited.

When I say that they were camping at the lake I mean that they were there in their RVs with most of the comforts of home.  In fact, we waited until after they had all taken an afternoon nap in those air conditioned "campers" before venturing out to meet them.  I thought camping meant tents and campfires and mosquitos and no shower.  That's not what is considered camping anymore.

When we arrived, we set out our camp chairs and joined the group in the shade of several large trees.  Fortunately, there was an occasional light breeze that helped to cool us off -- especially if you stood up and let it blow through sweat-dampened shirt.  Even the birds were quiet for the most part as they drowsed in the shade high in the trees.  I suspect they had a little more breeze at that height.

Despite the slight discomfort, it was an enjoyable visit.  As sunset neared the temperature began to drop and it became much more pleasant.  However, by then it was time to break up and go our separate ways.  Little did I know that a campfire and late-night fun was not in the plan.  I guess gray hair affects behavior more than our minds want it to....

Below is a late afternoon view of Pat Mayse Lake from near where we sat in the shade.

 Under Attack

Sometimes the best sign that you are accomplishing something worthwhile is the increased level of resistance that you face.  To put it into a Christian perspective, why would the devil attack if you aren't doing anything?

We have transitioned from a beautiful Spring to a sultry early Summer.  We still have the humidity of Spring but have added the heat of Summer.  The result is oppressive.  With abundant moisture the plants are growing rapidly and the need to pare back the growth is constant.  You can practically see the grass grow.

With Summer comes a transition in the types of flowers we see.  It also means an increase in the number of insects that tend to swarm any living thing.  Black-eyed Susans and Sunflowers are now becoming the dominant flowers seen across the pastures and roadsides.  If you look closely at them however, you see myriad small six-legged creatures seeking to make meals of them.  Those bugs then become meals for birds and on and on.

Growth comes with setbacks and attacks.  Just like in nature, it happens in our personal lives.  As we grow, new challenges seek to set us back.  The key is to keep on shining like the Black-eyed Susan pictured below.

 Staying Optimistic

It is far too easy to allow negativity to drag you down.  The constant bombardment of challenges and barriers can cause even the most positive of personalities to struggle with anxiety and depression.  At least part of the solution is to focus on the positive things you find along the way.

I have been looking forward to picking lots of dewberries from the plants growing wild on our place, but they have only been ripening a few at a time.  I have a bag in the freezer in which I place the ripe ones that I have picked.  Eventually there might be enough for a pie.  If not, they might garnish a piece of cake or some ice cream.  They are so close to being ready that I daily expect them all to have turned ripe overnight.  Instead, it is one here and one there.

Life is a bit like that.  We look ahead with hopeful expectations, but it seems their realization remains firmly in the future.  Every once in a while, something positive occurs, but the thing we aim for seems to remain elusively later in time.  It is important that we continue to do what is necessary and to remain hopeful.  With my berries it is a short walk each day to check their progress and to harvest the few that are ready.  I expect any day to make the trek and find the bushes loaded with ripe berries and I will have to go find a bucket to gather them in rather than carry the few ripe ones in my hand.

There are several species of dewberry.  I believe ours are the Southern Dewberry (Rubus trivialis).  They create a bright spot in the woods, but don't stumble into them unaware because the thorns will quickly entangle you.

 Cooking Biscuits

This post has nothing to do with cooking or biscuits, but it needed a title and for some reason, homemade biscuits with lots of butter and honey came to mind.  The title may be unrelated, but cravings are.  In this case I'm not sure how they are related except that our desires always stem from our cravings -- whether it be happiness, wealth or biscuits.

Often, with the increasing influence of each new generation, we see that the meanings of some words are changed.  The word "bad" comes to mind in that it is often used to mean "the best."  A previous generation used "the bomb" to mean something good.  I thought bombs were used to kill, maim and destroy.  What do I know.

National Socialism defined the political party of Hitler.  Socialism was viewed differently than Bolshevism which was the Russian form of Communism which was derived from the Marx version of Socialism.  Bolshevism and Capitalism were considered the enemies of Socialism by the Nazis who believed that the Jews were behind both of those opposing systems of government/economy.  It is that belief that ultimately drove the behavior of the Nazis to their "Final Solution" to the "Jewish" problem.  It was a movement cloaked in euphemisms and rhetoric that was designed to coerce any who were not "true believers" to accept the party line.  Propaganda was a primary tool of such coercion, and it used words in ways that meant one thing to "the party" and something different to those not privy.

 I believe we see similar tactics in this country today.  I leave it to you to choose (a form of the word choice which also has been twisted) who you wish to accuse of such behavior.  It likely depends on which end of the political spectrum you stand as to how you might respond to that choice.  For those in the middle it appears to be choosing between the lesser of two evils.  The answer is still evil.

The Carolina Horse Nettle (Solanum carolinense) is one of my least favorite weeds.  It is invasive, perennial and toxic.  It is difficult to kill even with most herbicides.  It was once listed in the United States National Formulary (a medical guide for treating various ailments and conditions).  But keep in mind, we also used to use leeches to treat ailments.

I think the Carolina Horse Nettle is an appropriate illustration for this brief blog because it can be attractive when in bloom but watch out for the prickly stickers that can penetrate even good leather gloves.  It may even look like the solution to our ailments but is actually quite toxic.

 What's in a Name?

Camel Crickets are of the family Rhaphidophoridae.  Looks to me like the name says they are fast -- and they can be if you are trying to catch them for fish bait.  I grew up calling them "Sand Crickets" although that is commonly associated with "Jerusalem Crickets" which are something entirely different.

Regional differences, ignorance, folklore and other "fuzzy logic" sometimes causes confusion when it comes to naming things.  My dad, who was exceptionally intelligent, had names for things which didn't coincide with what the books said.  My grandfather on the other side of the family was the same way.  Dad grew up in southwestern Oklahoma whereas my grandfather was from Central Missouri.  Their early years formed much of their thinking and nomenclature on certain things.

That is a small piece of what causes differences in our views of what should be, what is and what was.  We may speak the same words but mean totally different things.  Unless we take the time to understand those differences which arise from varying experiences and education, we exacerbate the tendency to believe someone else is wrong and we are right.  It could be we are both thinking similarly but using different words to describe our thoughts.

We all need to spend more time seeking understanding and less time proving someone else doesn't know what they are talking about.

 Nightmares

Maybe the title should be "Aliens" rather than "Nightmares."

Do you ever wonder where the inspiration for some of the wild creatures we see in science fiction or horror movies comes from?  I think it often comes from nature.  Oh, we perceive it as coming strictly from our imagination, but imagination must be fueled by reality.  Nature provides many examples that inform those imaginative fictions.

Our dreams take those things that we have observed and morph them into even more grotesque things.  I believe the chemical processes that drive memory and stored images flows and melds with other images in a never-ending cascade of combinations that feed imagination.

I love dreams.  I look forward to dreaming when I sleep.  I attempt to channel my dreams into pleasant themes rather than those which might be horrid, but I know that if nightmares occur, they can be manipulated into victories over evil.  Always, our mind shapes what we feed it.  Feed it the good stuff and constantly reinforce the idea that even the bad can be worked for good.

The American Green Crab Spider (Misumessus oblongus) is one of those creatures that might provide at least a partial template for an alien lifeform.  I can certainly see how it might inspire some creative writer or videographer to use it as a pattern for an invading alien species.  I just think they are interesting.

 The Debating Society

I detest debate but I truly enjoy meaningful discussions.  There is a huge difference.  Debate is about winning an argument.  Discussion is an exchange of ideas and viewpoints that can be educational.  There is no education in a debate because the participants are singularly focused on winning.

Society today is all about debate.  Each side of a political argument wants only to win.  There are no compromises and no middle ground, only a win or loss.  It makes no sense since those same people insist that every child gets a trophy.

We can learn from each other if we will learn to discuss without the vitriol which is often present in debate.  Cogent arguments on behalf of one's position are not the same as debate.  They don't ignore the other's position but support a point of view.  We also must listen.  We must listen with the desire to understand why someone believes the way they do.  We should never belittle their position but help them to understand there is merit in other views and hope that we can clearly explain the merit of our own or perhaps change our position with enlightenment.

We had several Black-bellied Whistling Ducks (Dendrocygna autumnalis) land in one of the large Sweetgum trees near our house the other evening.  Listening to their whistling chatter reminded me of the constant bickering on social media.  Some were bullies and some were bullied.  All chattered constantly as they sat on limbs looking down on the rest of the world.

 Expanding Knowledge

It seems that advanced education today focuses individuals on narrower and narrower fields of study so that they become experts on their subject, but often ignorant of other fields.  Interestingly, though, that advanced degree often instills arrogance that causes the individual to be blinded to learning from others who are not also experts in their field.  To paraphrase, "If you don't have an advanced degree, you are inferior."

There are many people in this world who are wired to be generalists.  They easily assimilate a wide variety of knowledge and are able to see cross-disciplinary applications and approaches that are missed by the experts.  These are the type of people who are often extremely successful in business because they assemble teams from multiple disciplines and bring them together to solve problems.

Deep knowledge of a subject is useful; it is where new discoveries are made.  Knowing how those discoveries can be applied to solve problems requires a completely different type of thinking.

Solutions typically come from those with a wide variety of interests who see the fit within a larger view.  They are "dot connectors."  They look at a puzzle piece and see where it fits in order to complete the larger puzzle.  They see the connections.

This world is filled with specialists.  It needs more generalists who are educated in a cross-disciplinary way so that they are trained to see connections.  They will never be the expert in a field, but they will be well-versed in multiple fields.  They will solve problems.

Fungi intrigue me.  They fill a niche at the end-of-life phase of most of the visible world.  But they are also the precursor to new life.  They break down the dead and decaying and make the usable nutrients available to the living.  They also signal, through networks of fibers in the soil, that nutrients are available by releasing chemical signals which draw roots, worms, microbes and other small creatures that build the base of the food chain.

Each species of mushroom is somewhat specialized to break down certain species of plant or animal.  The Golden Reishi (Ganoderma curtisii) is one common to our area which feeds primarily on dead and decaying Loblolly Pine.

 Freedom's Cost

Memorial Day is a time of remembrance that originated after the Civil War.  Mourning the soldiers lost in battle helps us to grasp the great cost paid to remain a free and independent nation.

I think too often we confuse freedom with safety.  Freedom is the ability to choose.  Safety is a feeling that we need not fear because we have surrendered the risk of danger to others.  It comes with a hidden danger, though.  It is the danger that those to whom we have surrendered will abuse that trust.  The nature of humans is such that those who seek control do so for their own gain and will use the power given to them for their own purposes.

I subscribe more to the philosophy of Patrick Henry who said, "Give me liberty or give me death."  Let me make my own decisions about what to believe and whom to trust.  Grant me the freedom to fail, to risk and to challenge those who would seek to block me from the pursuit of happiness in the way that I would choose.

I believe the best government is the least government.  Society needs agreed upon rules of order that protect citizens from abuse.  People do not need a "nanny state" that controls every aspect of their lives.  Happiness cannot exist in the absence of choice.

Some would argue that the government must protect those who society deems to be inferior or different.  My question is simply, who defines the inferior or different?  The innocent, the powerless and the incapable should certainly be protected.  That should primarily be the role of community, friends and family.  

Abuse of others should never be tolerated but it is not the role of government to define what is to be considered as abuse because by making that determination they create new forms of abuse.  There must always be mechanisms by which the citizens can quickly and easily correct that abuse.  Otherwise, the ultimate price will again be paid as was the case in the U.S. Civil War.

Life shouldn't be about safety and living under the dominion of abusive power.  It should be about choosing to face the challenges, to overcome the odds, to create and build, to love and to cherish those whom we would choose without the interference of abusive power.

On this Memorial Day let's remember the ideal that those who paid the ultimate price fought and died for.  Let's focus on freedom.  That includes the freedom to be wrong, to make mistakes and to fail.

The Black-eyed Susan (Rudbeckia hirta) is one of my favorite flowers of summer.  They were not native to the area where I grew up but are common where I now live.  Their blooming is a sure sign that Summer is near.  The one pictured below is wild although many times they are found in cultivated beds, safely tended by their masters.  I prefer the wild and free ones who blossom where they choose.

 New Pathways

When the path becomes worn

And the ruts become deep

Life becomes dull

And the soul goes to sleep

That's when it's time

To strike out anew

To carve your own way

To experiences new.