Milton Something

Carols – German joy and blessings.



I was alive in ’65.

Harp Ensemble of New York.

Peacock. water. Bullfrog.

Host. Pure Land and peaceful

5:03 p.m. Not so dark, for a few days before the wintermark.

Safety Bulletin Board. The Bethel Barber Shop, not quite a corner quartet as is set back from the main intersection, now dominated by garage yard tree – lit up with nicety.

Star Freight and Fleet.

California plate.




On Trent. On train. Lobster and Co., Lehman. Sandy haired woman, sandy coat spaniel. Burgundy fur with black horses. Gertrude Jekyll cream of crop! After Lima? Then Bolivia. IMC. The numeral 36. Sunshine sublime. A shower of cards recent history. A house, a home. Life, mystery.


Kitty City. Bing! Sur le pont d’Avignon. Dosie Dough for coffee and toast, courtesy of Mary and Adam. Extratra trivia question, if not metric, what? Je ne sais quois! Walk at Gring’s Mill + clear and stunning day. Petit frois. Today’s date owns curious magic square. Very very interesstinggg. Walked mmore south than north at fafafafirst. Une heron flew due west above course of creek at 10:10. Sunlight rested on rocks and climbed tree trunks, splashed leavvez with full and fading color. Squirrelz, of course, were out, and grewups of cyclists, families of trois generations and deux boys planting forked (Y ) stick at end of time.

by Allison DuBois


Berry Medley

Walk to 9. Raviol1. Half a vanilla pecan. Treaty of Paris. Winter Banana and the color of money, honey. Three heron sightings. A few feathers of different species. Treats for cats. Pathlings of late summer including changes in leaves, whips from complex locust leaves and smashed gnawed hickory nuts. Hot and humid. EM J. the letter J on brick, apt. and Pollock on the Hudson.



Internal pick of the litter yesterday morning : part of New York Times puzzle page with crossword diagram and pair of number puzzles under heading KenKen. The page was on carpeted steps linking first and second floors.

No sooner do I glance at this heading, thought of reversal enters in and KenKen becomes NekNek > neck neck. You could scramble letters for less intelligible results like keynote speaker.

A dear, deer friend who shares an interest in fishing and wading bird has been streaming photographs of herons.

Not long after the naming of day “Neck and Neck or KenKen,” I receive two photos of one heron each – the birds are prominent, the legs evident, bodies apparent. One is what I call egg butt heron pose, the other stands standard way. Look again. What springs to mind? They are Neck and Neck.




One of my pillars of society was broken during night. Dark started at ten minutes to 11 o’clock, with o’possum wander along line of evergreen trees, poking around for snacks. Weathery. moist yore. A puncture in time 1:38. Sum rain had started had ceased. Loud airplane sound at 2:45.punctuated rest, and then, trash collection. More rains and winds picked up and whisked and whorled trees branches, stirring them from several directions. The Gaspe peninsula. Ruby climbed to top of trellis. The pillar is bone china or porcelain – white, a fluted column with gold tracing design lines of Corinthian capital style. Gold accents square base and round column bottom. Two are a pair I of candlesticks I useful for holding * one small light green and one blue * Christmas ball. The pieces can be glued together. Obtained through low bid: no one wanted them citing imperfection. A truck with stylised R, MACH II and TAC 24. Dawn came to dispel night by way of west. At eight sun delivered new day. Petits fleurs, flourish painted on ins and outs. Each ball fits Roman candle well. Orders.


N – 1 over 1

A walk this morning at Gring’s Mill to marker 7, the site of the Winters Mill and on to red Bridge and back. Sunshine and blue skies, decent temperature making it a sparkling day. Found a small green candy wrapper with Asian characters, a discarded white facial tissue that had become folded and flattened just enough to forma a pattern much like petals. Checked my balance on the wooden beams of the parcouse. My balance was good.

Admired the trees. Said hello to some of the walkers and joggers and mothers with children in carriages. On a Wednesday morning, there is light traffic. enough to keep you company  without being overcrowded.

Wondered why one sycamore in particular has its trunk forming hard bony protrusions much like some horses’ withers. A glance across the Tulpehocken Creek leads me to think it may have something to do with the telephone pole. The growth of the tree trunk is that direction, at the angle that points that way.

On the fine screenings of the path further up find an oval sticker “Proud to be an American” that looks like the kind a customer may receive at one of the local grocery stores. the stickers come in rolls and the cashiers will give you one or two if you ask.

Near the 6 marker is  a   metal (stainless?) piece of some kind with a black rubber tip. Ten holes have been made in a row lengthwise. It is a piece from something – to make an adjustment? I left it there.

A splendid pathling composed of black walnut stems. No pen , no paper, no camera, had to measure it with index finer and rely on recollection. At red bridge watched the reflection of the ripples of the creek upon the underside of the bridge and wondered how the two affect each other over time. Beyond that point a couple of squirrels chattered and chased on the trunk of a big tree.

This is the time of year the ash blades fall to the ground. At first these look like fairy oars; as they become weathered and trodden the blades split break up a bot. A bowl of ash blades makes a marvelous fall decoration – just to look at, sift through your finger, hear the very faint rustle of a big collection of them. And the color – neutral and gentle.

On the way back to car, saw a perfect example of the compound leaf of a shagbark hickory. It was in the center of the path lit by sun and was extremely tempted to touch it but did not. Also one very nice Judas tree leaf – heart-shaped; and a locust tree that has grown as large as some sycamores get. You do not see locust trees that large very often.

The one pathling had been disturbed by travelers by the time this writer got back to it. I spent some time thinking about my father William, whose name comes from the German Wilhelm for helmet. He died at age 55 from colon cancer or its complications. The name of his high school yearbook was the Colophon. Reflecting on this made me wonder if it is not only fiber and diet that affect the health of the colon, but also its Ph.

Back to the sycamore tree with sideways withers, observe a Bell Telephone pole within the park. Metal numbers and a letter with a dash

             N – 1     


are nailed to the pole. the lines connect to the larger telephone pole across the stream.

More pathlings, one of a broken pine cone in vertical section with pine needles. Met a friend from the horse world and her 21-month old son!