Noah Evan, our latest grandchild, was born last night. He reminds me that his cycle is beginning today. If all the history of life, from the beginning, could be thought of as on a moving train, we boarded the train when we were born, and we will get off at the station appointed to us. During the time we are on the train, all of our life happens, and the train keeps moving all the while – my part of the train has picked up computers along the way, my father’s part of the train had none. But his part of the train learned of automobiles for the first time. Now, Noah Evan has just boarded the train, and he will be carried along on it for the time he has. And I wonder what wonders the train will pick up while he is on it?
This picture has always had a cyclic feeling to it, for me. The elderberry flowers seem to symbolize promising new life and, the old brown leaf, life that has experienced the train ride.
The river is at 5.4 on the Butte La Rose gauge today, and it looks like it will take a stand, as they say, at about 5.5 for the next four or five days. The Mississippi and Ohio are still falling. No water coming yet.
Rise and Shine, Jim