Raspberry Eruptions
Whilst walking in my garden today, I noticed that the raspberries were just starting to ripen as they always do in mid-May. You see, I always know that because these particular raspberry plants were hand-selected and dug by myself, then transported from the Northwest several years ago. And what an interesting thought I had, just today, because on this day in 1980, Mt. St. Helen's erupted and belched smoke and ash into the atmosphere. While you surely have heard the stories and most likely have seen the photos of that fateful day, I on the otherhand, was present to witness that cataclysmic event on that very Sunday morning. In fact, I was so close and had such a vantage point, that I watched for hours as the ash billowed and rose into the stratosphere. It boiled and rolled ever upward, black and ominous. What once was a pristine, snow covered mountain was reduced not only in color, but height as well. Over the next several days, the winds changed and I watched the airborne ash shift and blanket the sky. Day turned to night even at midday. Ash covered everything. Cars, homes, streets and people. Nothing escaped the grey, gritty downpour. Stores were selling face masks long before anyone ever heard of SARS. Streams and rivers became choked with mud debris and wildlife was in a daze. So now, when I see my raspberries in bloom and taste their so sweet flavor, I remember those hazy grey days and the historic event, to which, I was a witness.
Today's Quote:
The eruption of lived pleasure is such that in losing myself I find myself; forgetting that I exist, I realize myself.-Raoul Vaneigem
6:28:24 PM 
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