Apr 5, 2005

Q. You have a red jar of cedar chips. Why do moths miss the forest?

The little girl in the purple plastic dress clutches the red jar, its lid extravagantly open. Inside, the cedar chips her mother bequeathed her. She sniffs the earthy fragrance—yet again—and wonders if you can smell the smell right out of those bits of ancient wood. She walks slowly through the historical markers. The Great Sequoia Forest, once home to 37 species of moth, 23 species of fern, and two of poison oak. She imagines the immensity of the trees—some as old as 3,000 years and as high and wide as highways. Now, only markers. Only holographic images for educational display, with a few actual moths preserved under acrylic, and security alarms all around to protect them from theft. She wonders if the moths miss the forest. Shaking her head, she closes the lid of the jar and flutters away.


Grandpa Leon said...

This is interesting. Is this an excerpt of something you have written?


Carolyn Blount Brodersen said...

Thanks, Leon! I've often wondered if I could have written fiction. I did try in my 20s, but thought my characters seemed stiff. But I ended up as a non-fiction writer and stuck with that. You? Do you write gospel lyrics/music?

Grandpa Leon said...

Thanks for asking. No, I don't write many songs. I have written a few short songs, [and music], some just choruses. I choose my "handle" because of my love for Gospel Music. What I do best is accumulate the words to songs that I know and a few that I don't. I have a list of over 900 now. I - - like my Dad - - really enjoy singing, too. I have also gathered stories about the songs, stories of how the songs were written, and data about the writers and musicians.