Great Blue Heron is back. He has been on vacation. He has returned with some lovely photos. Billy Blue took his wife and kids to Santa Claus Land. The Herons had their picture taken with Santa Claus. They had a scary ride on the rollercoaster. Billy Jr. almost upchucked.

Summer vacation is fun. A time to think about Christmas before it is Christmas. School is beginning. Joy came in the morning; now it is evening. The Woods were alive with workmen today. Cutting stumps. They had the serious look of men on a mission from God. Mrs. Beaver did not care for the noise nor the mess. Mr. Beaver insisted he must get to work on the dam at the creek before the fall rains begin.

Red-shouldered Hawk flew over Brooks Pond. A quiet evening, he thought. ‘It will be getting colder soon,’ RS told Holly Hawk. ‘We must stop by to visit with the Old Man,’ RS noted. ‘I never understood a word he said, but I helped him drink his wine; he had some mighty fine wine,’ RS recalled. ‘

So here we are together again. The evening is coming on. Peace and a sense of place are our home. All is vanity, the Preacher said. We seek eternal goals. Soft summer nights. Time for reflection. Time to heal. Time to think. Eschewing false religion. We are seekers of the true. Manipulators would have our hearts, our minds, our souls for their own devices.

We are waiting for Godot. A smooth speaker tells us he is Godot. We know he is not. We understand by his actions, not his words. While he gets richer and we become poorer, we know the deception. The self-anointed say Follow me, I am called. Peer review is needed. Cults are easy to get into and hard to get out of.

The Bullfrog Quartet is running the scales. The Sun is golden in the west. A hint of fall is in the air. The Tufted Titmouse is singing for his supper. Tomorrow is another day; some of us will be manipulated, some will manipulate in the name of faith. Some will manipulate in the name of greed. Some will manipulate from psychotic delusion. A preacher on every corner; where is truth?