The pasture got its last haircut two weeks ago, these foxtails now deep inside a round roll of hay under the shelter of a barn roof.
End of Summer
Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.
Fred, you have such a way with words…”wait training.” That word wait is such a prickly word. Some of us handle it better than others.
Having just walked through a similar, agonizing wait with another dear family, I have a very tiny bit of an understanding of what may be going through the First Family’s hearts and minds these days…the wanting to touch and to cuddle and make it all better…the helpless feeling…the breathless hope. My heart goes out to you all. Better yet, my prayers are going up on your behalf.
This is a beautiful blog! I love your language, and your photos are stunning. I will definitely be following it in the future!
I’d love to hear what you think of my own web log, if you’re so inclined. My more recent posts aren’t so lively, but I’d love your input!
Thanks and keep on composing…