Decoration Day
Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest
On this Field of the Grounded Arms,
Where foes no more molest,
Nor sentry’s shot alarms!
Ye have slept on the ground before,
And started to your feet
At the cannon’s sudden roar,
Or the drum’s redoubling beat.
But in this camp of Death
No sound your slumber breaks;
Here is no fevered breath,
No wound that bleeds and aches.
All is repose and peace,
Untrampled lies the sod;
The shouts of battle cease,
It is the Truce of God!
Rest, comrades, rest and sleep!
The thoughts of men shall be
As sentinels to keep
Your rest from danger free.
Your silent tents of green
We deck with fragrant flowers
Yours has the suffering been,
The memory shall be ours.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
From The Atlantic
A little about this section of the Cave Hill Cemetery from The Courier Journal:
On Monday, flags will be planted in front of roughly 6,100 Union soldiers and 228 Confederate soldiers buried at Cave Hill…
Spring is so early.
March 21: Delicious
I know, I know. Enough with the strawberries already, right?
March 20: Before / After
Thanks to Dennis and Casey Ellis, especially Casey (who took one for the team)
I never thought I would see a whole herd of bison.
It rained cats and dogs (or burros and bison) that day. We drove around the park for a while then stopped at the nature center to ask where we were most likely to find the bison. He gave us general directions to find the herd. Herd! Maybe we had just been in the car too long, but I was really excited.
I shot from the car for for safety. A guy in a truck not far from us thought he could get out - I’m not sure what the goal was unless he really was seeking a painful death - but he thought better of it.
Anyway. Here they are: Great big wet bison.
We decided to listen to the GPS even when the road went from paved to gravel to dirt.
It was really that green.
Yachats, Oregon
Wind.
Redwoods
Elephant seals practice their combat skills (not exactly Seal Team 6).
Cayucos, California
Somewhere on our way to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.
I remember it was 104F and the air was so dry it felt like all of the moisture was being sucked from my body through my nose.
The Eagle Café on Route 66.
