Late Season Apples
The leaves are gone, so are the soft, warm summer days. Frost has made the remaining hangers-on soft and mushy; the last fresh food of the season for some of the wild critters. The new shoots of spring are far in the future – the worst of winter is yet to come.
Here, south central Indy, wind has picked up, temps dropping, snow over the weekend and next week. We’re ready, I guess. My wife installed the Christmas lights on the front porch yesterday, won’t turn them on until the 1st. I’m going to Rural King on Sat to get 6 bags of softener salt, that will last til March.
As it has always been…
Rager’s 2nd smash hit!
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Shadows Collide
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Rager
Eyes wide open but the world stays blind
Crawling through the dirt looking for a sign
Breath tastes of ashes heart wrapped in chains
Every step forward brings a new kind of pain
Shadows collide in the heart of the night
Screaming for answers under pale moonlight
Truth hides deep where the cold winds bite
Shadows collide in the heart of the night
Steel and thunder echo in my veins
Every scar a story every loss a name
The clock is ticking a curse in disguise
Breaking the silence with hollowed-out cries
Chains snap like thunder fists beat the air
Anger rising burning don’t even care
Blood on my hands but it ain’t my own
Fighting for a throne in a land of stone
Shadows collide in the heart of the night
Screaming for answers under pale moonlight
Truth hides deep where the cold winds bite
Shadows collide in the heart of the night
Dark skies above and the ground feels thin
Standing on the edge let the chaos begin
Eyes like fire burn through the haze
Daring the world to meet my gaze
Shadows collide in the heart of the night
Screaming for answers under pale moonlight
Truth hides deep where the cold winds bite
Shadows collide in the heart of the night
Happy Thanksgiving to all. Looks like 53 degrees and raining all day. Family home for dinner in the ancestral farmhouse Grandad bought in 1942. Maybe 10 altogether. Not like in times past when the family of my Great-grandfather would gather at the EMB church for thanksgiving with aunts and uncles, cousins and 2nd cousins, maybe up to 100 of us. A tradition that dated back to the 1920’s and ended about 2012. Dad’s generation is all gone now. They were the greatest generation that were born in the teens and twenties.