About Chuck

I am retired after a career in electronics and in publishing. Today, my wife of 50+ years, Sylvia, and I live in a house on a hill beside a dirt road in rural west Michigan. We enjoy living in this country environment where livestock and wild life out number the human population.

Life: Simple or Complex

They used to tell me that life is simple.  Being simple, I believed them.

BinaryPoster

Then I discovered that life isn’t that simple.  Maybe there are 11 kinds of people, those who understand binary, those who don’t and those who aren’t sure.  Add another category and we can have 100 kinds of people.  Is that really simple?  Seems complex to me.

Yes, life is complex.  It is also in constant motion.

yin-yang

You get started in a career, get married, have children.  Responsibilities not only accumulate, they also multiply.  This phenomenon intensifies with time.

Yin_Yang_Yong_Double_by_vidthekid

Warning: Don’t stare too long at that graphic.  It can mess with your mind, and will if you let it.

These days it only takes a good night’s sleep to make me happy.  (Okay I choose to be happy regardless of circumstances.)

When I was young, life was easy,
But with age the slope grew greasy,
Now at this age I do not care,
My home’s not here, it’s over there.

 

Granny’s Garden

We’ve called the garden area along our foundation wall Granny’s Garden since Briana (granddaughter) gave Sylvia a sign with “Granny’s Garden” on it.  Time and weather have destroyed the sign.  The name remains.

This year, Bryant and Barbara came the Saturday before Mother’s Day and cleaned out that area, putting down fresh mulch.  They also gave her a gift certificate to Flower Land and a beautiful handmade card.  (Handmade cards are a tradition in Barbara’s family, and they do a terrific job each time.)

I went out this morning to check on the plants.

160523a

In addition to her new flowers, you can see a rose, giant garlic, mint and hollyhocks.  (Yes, we enjoy fresh garlic–a lot!)

160523b

The mica is from Sylvia’s father.  When we see it we think of him.

160523c

Holly and peony grow in the end corners.  Barbara trimmed the holly bushes so they look great.

Once again we say, “Thank you very much.”

Last Weekend

Our favorite nurse came back to Michigan for a family visit.

160514a

She was with her parents at their house.

160514b

We had a great time together.  The evening meal was especially nice.  Afterward, we all sang Happy Birthday to Bryant.

160514c

He had the cords on his phone.  Briana played them on her ukulele.  Too soon it was time for us to go back home.

What!?!

160515b

Did I sleep through summer?  Yesterday began with snow on the ground.  Later, more was falling from the sky.  (Didn’t get pix of that.)

160515a

As I write this, the temp is in the sixties F (abt 17 C) and Sylvia is working in the flower beds.

Why snow on May 15?  Perhaps it was the aftermath of our mild winter?

If one wishes to complain, there is always a reason to be found.  If, on the other hand, one wishes to be joyful there are abundant motives for that.

Crab Apple

When I captured the images in my most recent post, the crab apple blossoms were mere buds.  The next day they opened.  I’ve always been fond of those flowering trees.

160510a

As a student, and later as an employee at Michigan State University, I always enjoyed May.  MSU is reported to have the most extensive collections of flowering crab apples anywhere.

Bright and Beautiful

Just before Mother’s Day, it seemed that the whole world was taking on beautiful hues in anticipation of the upcoming tribute.

160505c

Some trees pink.  Others are white.

160505b

I’ve been watching for the grape hyacinth to appear in the lawn.  It finally has.

160505a

We had some nicer hyacinths growing near our back door.  Like the crocus, they disappeared one year.  Now, we have to check under the mulberry tree to find them.

Sometimes life goes that way.  You have to seek if you want to find.

Happy Mother’s Day

Screaming-Kid-D1

Who take me from my nice warm cot?
And sit me on the ice-cold pot?
Who made me pee when I could not?
Me Mudder.

Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms in cyber land.  Especially to the mother of our two sons and the mother of our fabulous granddaughter.  All the best of everything with extra scoops of love on top and underneath.

Tulips

Our tulips have finally blossomed.

160502c

Aren’t they pretty?

160502b

By the time tulips blossom we are in the good part of spring.  (For the most part.)

160502a

The cherry trees are in blossom.  It rained all day yesterday, so I wasn’t able to capture an image to share with you.  Perhaps later today . . .

Today’s forecast is for a better day.  I’m ready for that now.