The Seasons: A Poem

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Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai
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A nice family weekend.

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It was a nice weekend this weekend and nice to finally have two days off in a row.  On Saturday I took the two oldest on a hike at The Great Seal State Park near Chillicothe.  It was a group of dads, boys, and Fr. Hahn.  It was the second in a series of hikes designed to prepare us for a Wilderness Outreach trip to California in August.  

We hike a little over 8 miles on a dreary, rainy, Saturday.  Overall it was good hike even if it was a little cold.  


This baby creeped nearly everyone out but we persevered to the end...


Here's a map of our trek.  I think we could have done it faster but it's not always about the speed.  Not sure why not, but it's not ;-).


We went to Confession and Mass after the hike on Saturday evening and then settled in for a movie.  Most of the family watched a movie, I was beat so I went to bed.

On Sunday, we got up and had pancakes, eggs, and our bacon.  Then we headed out to the Blackhand Gorge State Nature Preserve near Newark, OH.  It's a nice place but crowded.  I think there is a lot more to explore but it's difficult when you have such an age range and skill level.


D climbing a giant root/trunk.

B enjoying the day and a sweet ride.

This narrow passage used to hold a train track that carted milled sand away for glass making.
 Back home there were chores to do.  Even S & B worked hard to get things done before enjoying an evening fire and hotdogs.

 S & B cleaning eggs to sell for Amazing Grasses.

Fire bugs, yes, D is barefoot as usual.

She has a bad cold but didn't want to go inside and miss anything.

B trying to get A to open her water bottle.
Time for bed, let's do it again soon!

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