Spring-like temperatures stole the show on this first day of Summer.
The average temperature for June 21 is 86°, but the 68°
we reached today is plainly ass-backwards.
The Summertime Blues shall have to wait, since
Spring came so unfashionably late.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
“Stay safe, folks!”
Keith
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If a choir of angels could leave footprints,
I’m guessing they’d look a lot like these:
Mammatus clouds in Lincoln, Nebraska
June 11, 2018
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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“Fly high, dear nephew! And say Hi to your dad,
and my dad, and the rest of our heavenly family for me. Will ya?”
You see, Alex, 23, bought this motorcycle a couple of months ago.
He went on to meet his Maker just a ways beyond this cross.
I work for Kawasaki, and I stand for Uncle Tree.
No need to imagine how I felt.
The trail of tears ended here on Highway 210, near Richmond, Missouri.
Friends and family showed up by the numbers, which made me quite proud.
An angel in the midst is always a comforting sign.
Burning one for Alex made for a righteously appropriate goodbye.
Blowing trees is like smoking tires —
they both end up taking you to the place you’d rather be.
Alex’s Nismo 370z did likewise, but now it remains as part of his legacy,
as do his skateboards and tennis shoes, and the beautiful arrangements.
“Thank you, Lord, for blessing us with such a sweet boy.”
Richard Alexander Watson
Richard Lee Watson
11/23/65 — 9/17/12
Billy Lee Watson
8/24/31 — 6/25/16
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Keith Alan Watson
Uncle Tree
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It reached 99° here yesterday!
By one degree, we beat the record high set in 1912.
For comparison’s sake, last year the high was 76°.
On or off the water, everyone was hot to trot.
Seagulls seem to celebrate the heated debate.
Still, at the end of the day, there’s no better place to be.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
Branched Oak Lake
Lincoln, Ne.
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Rudy, Duke of Ginger, says, “Hello there, folks!”
Regal Rudy takes a royal bow best he can.
After all the fun, a royal nap seems purr…fectly in order.
“Let me know when they start serving ice cream. I love that part!“
Ready steady Rudy knows a silver spoon when he sees one.
Believe you me! — Sir Uncle Tree
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The Heart Bush was once familiar, then all at once it was removed.
Probably not moved elsewhere, nay.
Most likely mowed down to the ground for pity’s sake!
Why in God’s name would they do such a thing, you ask?
Me, too. Good question!
We’ll have to ask the groundskeeper at
The Highlands Golf Course in Lincoln, Nebraska.
“I mean, really! How low can you go?”
Uncle Tree
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She’d call me into the parlor
to come and sit by her side
I always knew what she wanted
the joy that came from her pride
Mother alone possessed the keys
caught off-guard by her fingers
Chopsticks, I’d play beside her knees
Still the memory lingers
We sang a song by The Beatles
those insects with many hands
She said The Band had just arrived
they’d come to invade our lands
Music would roll from whence we played
I feigned to sing harmony
We rocked the clock; in time we stayed
The Stones were too old for me!
Uncle Tree
“Happy Mother’s Day!”
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May you ever face the sunset landing bravely catty-cornered.
May you ever go down famously flaunting your fabulous colors.
May you ever remember how to get twiggy with it, when necessary.
May you ever say, “Cheerz!” to the merry month of May!
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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Well! Hello there, folks!
Did y’all come here just to see li’l ol’ me?
I am the last windmill, ya know!
The blackbirds told me so.
Stand back and endure the awe,
because fainting is against the law,
and awfully embarrassing, too, I hear tell.
As you pass on by, say, “Hey!” to my comrades for me, will ya?
before they’re rolled away to meet their Maker.
Don’t worry about those cows, now. Ya hear?
Once they come home, it’s all over for everybody.
River is an exception to that rule.
I pray it always runs.
Sir Windmill
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Aye, windmill! Your scars can only speak of one of your stories.
Still, you stand bravely in your silent solemnity.
Salutary respects to Your Highness.
Sincerely, Uncle Tree
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Uncle Tree's House 