Here we are again

Summer began the other day.  One of many days that become years.  We have now been in Rochester for 27 years.  I haven’t counted the days, but they have gone slowly gathering steam to disappear behind us in a trail of memories and photographs.

We have decided to sell our home of 23 years and have begun the process of making it ready for sale – packing up the unused mementos and forgotten treasures of our lives.

A chance once more, to  find the mislaid memories written on the back of an envelope, buried in the box of old letters.  Scribbled in the lightly used notebook from 6th grade.

The challenge – what to keep – when I want to save it all – my earlier self – before Rochester, before our son, before  you.

The corsage from my first prom, the letter from a lost friend,  The good citizenship award from 3rd grade.  What should go – what to keep for when the memories are gone. What will remind me of who I am?

Clouds over the Mississippi
Clouds over the Mississippi

A relevant picture to my thoughts tonight. The picture I took visiting family in Dubuque Iowa earlier this month.   Enjoy the following song by Chris Rea.

Song by Chris Rea “When the grey skies turn to blue”



Painted turtles

Earlier this week at work, I was walking through the parking lot and came across several very small painted turtles.  We have several adults that populate our pond along with one very large snapping turtle.  I picked up these little guys and moved them to the edge of the lot.  They are not visible if you are sitting in a car.  This must be a sure sign that spring is here, although I am still wearing my down coat for the morning dog walks.

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Painted Turtle (Chrysemys picta)

If you would like more information about painted turtles, check out the Animal Diversity page from the University of Michigan –>

Happy May Day!

The dog park

Spring has finally arrived in Rochester.  The temperature hit 61 degrees today, so it was a great day for the dog park.  Today it was dry with lots of people and four-legged friends.  (Last Sunday – it was mostly under water.)  Carwyn and I spent an hours enjoying the sunshine and meeting new friends.  Carwyn is a great socializer – He has to meet and greet every one that comes in.  He also loves to chase balls, other dogs, kids – anything that runs!  All in all, it was a great day!

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Tomorrow – we will venture back to the pond section of the dog park – lots of water to explore and then on the way home Carwyn will get a much-needed bath!

Hope this finds you all enjoying the day!

My brother

How do you say good bye to some one you only talk to once in a blue moonr?
How do you say good bye to some one you haven’t known in forty years?
How do you say good bye to the bright eyed youngster you grew up with?
The only boy in a house of women and girls, a boy not understood?

How do you say good bye to a stranger – made that way by your own inattention and apathy?
How do you say good bye to the man you will never know?
The man who survived a troubled childhood, a dark and terrible youth – a graduate of hard knocks.
I’m sorry I failed.  My tears flow for the you I did not know.
The lost opportunities to come.

I hope you found love and understanding in the life you created.  I know you chose a beautiful spot to make your stand.  I hope your friends remember you with kindness and love.  I hope they celebrate you and the man you became and your friendship and love.chudgins2013

Always in my memory and in my heart
Charles William Hudgins
August 2, 1960 – April 1, 2014

Dressed to the 9′s

March snows
Dressed to the 9′s now
Carharts, down vests and all
When will spring arrive?







Once more we woke to the light fall of snow and temperatures below freezing.  I quickly glanced out the front door to take the picture.  This morning’s trip to the dog park inspired the haiky.  I felt like a 2-year-old bundled in my snow suit and boots with extra scarves to keep the wind out.

December Corn (Copyright R. Hudgins)

Morning in the field

800px-09-03_NFlaWildTurkeysThey come slowly into the clearing, a study in brown -sinking into the snow-covered field. Males in their prime and full of life.  The jakes arrive from the other side of the clearing – young and light on their feet.  The two groups of males met at the feeding area – breakfast provided by the biologist.  We sat unmoving, watching their dignity – the displays of feathered tails.  Our binoculars focus on the beards and spurs. and we admire their length on the adults.

Our trap waits nearby – rockets primed and ready 800px-Female_wild_turkeysto fly.   Alas, we are looking for the hens, the mothers and daughters and after a four-hour wait they are nowhere to be seen.

(The photos of Wild Turkeys are from Wikimedia Commons. Click on the image to see the original)

On and on — the adventures of rhonda hudgins


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