It’s been a warm week. You would never know that the season of autumn had passed its looming threshold into hard reality, not with the exceedingly warm temperatures still holding on. It’s been over 90 degrees almost every day for the last 100+ days. My gas company wanted to turn on the gas October 4 but I pushed that back to October 11. I might regret that. We’ll see.
A friend and I are heading to the pumpkin/sunflower/corn maze patch on October 8th. We are going to walk the sunflower and pumpkin side. It’s free to enter and you can pick the sunflowers and pay for only what you pick. Same with the pumpkins. I want tot take lots of photos on a sunny refreshing day, sip cider and a munch on a muffin.
A number of years ago I’d helped a friend in her garden, which had a row of sunflowers. I love sunflowers. I love all flowers actually, I mean, really love, love, love them. I took a few photos of the sunflower row and I’ve been working with those few pics ever since. I’m ready to take new photos of sunflowers.
Today has been slow because I’m tired and took an early nap after sleeping in late. I haven’t gotten much done in the way of scripture pictures, which I do five per weekend to post for each weekday. Same with blog entries at The End Time. I write 5 or 6 essays on a theological topic and post them in the morning before heading to work. I only have 5 rough drafts and none are complete. Oh well, I can only do what I can do!
Instead I got entranced with Mandelbrot’s interview in 2010 on TED, and followed up with studying fractals for a while on my own, including an interesting interview on big think. I love fractals even if I do not understand them. I remember the Smithsonian Magazine reporting on them in the early 1980s when they were first ‘discovered’ and expressed to the laymen. I have loved them ever since but can’t really explain them. The TED talk by Mandelbrot himself helped enormously. Here is a photo of a nautilus fractal:
It’s quiet here, I have not listened to music or even any sermons. I need a break from the noise of the week, which accumulates in my brain and reverberates long after the last school bell has rung and the last child has left the building. I’m glad my cats are quiet. I like cats for that.
My new John Grisham awaits. I’d found it at the second hand store I love for $1. “The Appeal.” It began with a fabulous description of the last moments before the jury returns with a verdict and the few moments after the announcement they’ve reached one. He is such a good writer. I’ll make some hot tea and open to chapter two and dwell in litigious Mississippi for a few hours. Have a good weekend everyone.