Shrouded Shore: The Many Musings of Thom Singleton

  Early Morning Reverie A filigree of light filters through the leafless trees, and their shadows fall on our diaphanous drapes. The morning light in the eastern sky is muted by cloudy wisps.  The sun, awakened but not as yet up and around, is revealed as a red-orange hue on the horizon, below a gray-blue arch of sky. The wind is calm, tired by all its high-speed antics of previous days. Slowly the orange orb appears in the low tree branches. The peace of the present pervades, a prayer itself for all peoples of Earth, that their day may dawn in peace.

  Follow Your Boots: A Five-Year-Old’s Solution      “If you don’t know which way to go, just follow your boots.”                 -George, age 5, at a fork in the trail in his shiny new, perhaps magical, boots If you don’t know which way to go,  Just follow your boots, follow your boots. A fork in the trail, over hill or over dale? Just follow your boots, follow your boots. Forgot your map? Don't make a big flap. Just follow your boots, follow your boots. Which trail to join?  No need to flip a coin. Just follow your boots, follow your boots. If you’re lost in the sticks, and you’ve run out of tricks, Just follow your boots, follow your boots. If the woods are getting stranger, and darker means danger,  Just follow your boots, follow your boots. If you're done with roamin’ and want to start homin', Just follow your boots, follow your boots. If you don’t know which way to go, Just follow your boots, follow your boots. If you don’t know which way to go, Just follow your boots

  Answer to Yesterday’s Leggy Riddle “Four legs” is a walker, needed after hip replacement surgery. A “third leg” is a cane. My leg gave out when almost home on my four-mile walk in December. I’m healing well.

  A Leggy Riddle I “grew” four legs when I needed them, Then discarded them when not. Later I learned I needed to “grow” a third leg, So I did. What am I? Hint: Why did I put “grew” and “grow” in quotes? What kind of “legs” are these? The answer will be posted on tomorrow’s blog.

  Robins in February Two red robins bobbin’ along on our snow-free lawn. Is this spring, or are the birds a climate change harbinger? For it’s winter not spring, February. Hope they find food and shelter. Temperature to drop 69 degrees by tomorrow.