“When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May” —The Temptations, My Girl
The Temptations knew what they were talking about when they spoke of the month May being the ultimate contrast to the cold and bleakness of winter, of a metaphor for love of the most beautiful woman, for the completion of the self in that love.
I haven’t updated my site with images of my Happy Hollow in a long time. I hope these few photos of this past May help make up for that failure to provide my site’s visitors with the vicarious experience of why I named my little slice of paradise that.
In The Meadow
In the meadow no one can hurt you.
No one can spread lies about you.
No one can attack you.
No one can make you feel bad.
No one can be mean to you.
No one can hurt you
In the meadow. Continue reading
Another spring day in May. What else can I say?
As you may know I moved my web site to a new server and decided I should split the Nova Scotia and Happy Hollow content into two separate sites. I did the set up operations but since then have been busy with Spring work on Happy Hollow and haven’t gotten around to adding content to either of the new sites, so the old combined site is still here at StanFrantz.com
I have been taking pictures again during my morning walks and since my phone backs up to Google photos, I’ll post some of the daily shoots here for your perusal as the old gallery no longer exists and was too much work and bandwidth to upload to anyhow.
Here is my walk around the property on May 1. Come along with me and George and experience the first day of May!
As I remembered it, in anticipation…
Soon the sun will rise above those trees at the top of the hollow, sending bright life giving light down to dry the dew in the meadow along the creek. Continue reading
A little breakfast for the soul. Continue reading
One of these days I suppose these early morning walks will lose their sense of wonder and amazement, of discovery and excitement, even when treading the same familiar paths.
Until that time you’ll just have to endure my endless attempts at creating a vicarious online experience of it all to share with the world in hopes that someday someone will come join us. Continue reading
“Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.”
So begins the song of that name by Pink Floyd.
Time. Wasting time. By some people’s standards I waste a LOT of time. Maybe they’re right. Continue reading