as promised my brother john wrote about his (often) weekly date with spouse pam to the Fredrick Meijer Gardens Sculpture Park, in grand rapids where we all grew up and where, of the six of us, he still lives.
The Tuesday night Garden Party was alive and kick'in. Delilah DeWylde and the Lost Boys were the featured band, a good ole hoe down and country spunk quintet. Delilah ended the show by standing on and balancing her stand up bass. All the while continuing to play. Of course we took our normal stroll through the gardens during the show - a nice peaceful, almost fall like evening. The main pond has a fine green layer over top as it's been dry, warm and little rain. But it makes for a new vision of the pond, especially with the ice blue Chihully blocks still firmly anchored about.
The little frogs are everywhere and make for a fun game of tag - of course we had to wiggle all the rocks they dove for just to make sure they were OK. It's fun to people watch, especially those new to the gardens - so many different expressions, observations and assessments. Love, John
Life on the Salt Marsh is a journal of what i am learning and experiencing in this breathtakingly beautiful place, where the Dyer and Sheepscot, both tidal rivers, meet and merge.
Sweet Last Days of Summer
Author
- Rev. Mary
- Midcoast Maine
- Rev. Mary is a Unitarian Universalist minister who served congregations in San Francisco, Sonoma County, Houston, Marblehead and Winchester MA, and New Orleans, in a variety of ways. She is President and co-founder of Gulf Coast Volunteers for the Long Haul and has led 14 service trips to Louisiana and Mississippi since a few weeks post-Katrina. She has 3 children, Sam, 22, Julia, 26, and Jason, 41, and the best spouse in the universe, Marty. She was diagnosed with ALS/Lou Gehrig's disease in 2006. Rev. Mary can be reached at duckdreams at gmail.com. Due to her illness her ability to reply is unlikely but she would enjoy hearing from you if that's OK.
From Mary's Journal in December
after simple surgery turned into a nightmare: "the pain has been excruciating and for 3 days was unrelenting, even breathing was an agony. i tried to picture our mallard in maine who i studied one day when it was freezing cold, windy, pouring down rain and he was in his spot in the grass all tucked up and i tried to imagine how he could handle the elements. i decided he must go very deep inside and have duck dreams. so i tried to emulate him."