Politics, Weather, and Death

Nothing daunted by the fact that she lives in a strongly conservative bastian, Fio will be hammering a sign into the ground tomorrow morning that ballyhoos a liberal candidate running for the State legislature. May Jane Hegar identifies herself as a veteran Navy pilot who loves her country (the usual stuff), but she also seems to have a pretty good grasp of what's going on in the country and what should be going on. Texas is in political turmoil now--for once--so we'll see what happens.
*
Central Texas, which was a veritable Sahara three weeks ago, is now a swamp. Fiorella has TOADSTOOLS growing in flowerbeds that were parched for water in August. (She'd post a photo of the elfin newcomers, but still can't quite get the hang of transferring a photo to FB or her blog.)
*
Harvest time seems to be just around the corner. Sharon Kite died in December, Corny Spinks died in January, and Karen Haverlah died just this week. Fio can only hope all three of her friends meet up in heaven and have a rockin' good time together.

The Time to Reap

Every generation has
Its season in the sun
Sharon Kite's husband died
The harvest has begun

Clifford Kite, RIP

Sharon Kite called yesterday to tell me that her husband had died.  I searched for soothing words, but all I could say was that I loved her and that I was weeping with her, which was pretty much evident by the fact that I couldn't get a distinguishable word out.

I first met Sharon in church choir where we were bad girls who talked in the balcony during the sermon. But we were also strong leaders who were elected PTA  presidents. and we were career women with important responsibilities, and we are still the good friends who support each other in times of sorrow.

Bless you, my friend.  Again, all I can say is that I love you, and that I am weeping with you.