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Strawberry Moon festival
It was nice to see the Friends of the Turtle on Saturday at the Strawberry Moon Festival at Artpark.
Our stay was brief. I remember when the endless grind it took for Central Terminal restoration first started. I never thought it could happen. Then it did.
About assessments
No candidate other than Mahatma Gandhi could win election advocating a reassessment in Niagara Falls but that doesn’t change the fact it needs to be done.
The longer we wait, the more it will hurt when it happens. Rip off the stinking bandaid.
Flower time
The wildflowers along the Gorgeview trail are in their first explosion of the season.
Daisies, sweet William, Calendula, vetch and butterfly weed are all spectacular.
About those trees
There are nice smelling trees blooming in Niagara Falls everywhere right now. They smell nice and look pretty but are garbage.
Tree lilac may as well be Bradford pear. If you care about birds and bees and a healthy environment, those trees should not be part of your street. Plant a stinking crabapple.
We need a law that says trees should be native species and bees are welcome.
Biophilic living
Yeah, fancy term, but it makes where I live special.
That phrase means living in harmony with nature. It is part of what makes living here special, walking along the gorge, hearing an unfamiliar bird and realizing it is an ovenbird.
Or, as I did Sunday, hearing a familiar song, looking up and seeing a yellow warbler flitting about the Maid of the Mist docks.
How about sitting in the post-dawn hours and listening to a fish crow whining, a Carolina wren being the loudest bird in the hood or that incessant blue jay.
Heck, even sitting on our porch and listening to the sound of the Whirlpool Rapids.
Those things might seem trivial, but when you add them, and ponder, they give me another reason why when someone asks “how are you?” I answer “thankful.”
About that answer
It came from a barista in an Ithaca coffee shop.
When she answered the throwaway “how are you?” with “thankful” I paused, took a breath and pondered.
It was an entreaty to proselytization. I knew that to say anything other than “me too” would lead to a discussion about her faith so it was best to just leave with my coffee. May Yahweh be with you.
