I've just had two Bradbury Moments in one day! The first came when I was listening to a number of recordings by Tommy Makem on YouTube. He read "The Song of Wandering Aengus" by Irish poet William Butler Yeats and all of a sudden the phrase "the golden apples of the sun" jumped out. If I knew that was a quote at all I'd forgotten, and I certainly didn't know it was from that poem; it was unexpected.

The second came in an episode of a TV series I am watching, a short-lived production called Mr. Lucky. This episode was from 1960. Much of it took place at a carnival and the first scene in that setting featured a little man (played by Billy Barty, and billed as a midget, not a dwarf) standing in front of a distorting mirror that stretched him out tall. I just had to say, "They stole that from Ray Bradbury!"

A drive of about three hours allowed for a wonderful visit with our two young nieces. One, now living in California, had arrived to spend time with her younger who resides in Vermont. Our enjoyable time spent together was in the heart of the northern Adirondack Mountains, in the village of Lake Placid. After some hiking and time shared along the lake shore, our return homeward awaited.

An hour into our drive, heading directly west through the mountain region, the sun was absolutely brilliant in the summer's clear blue sky. The late afternoon shadows, however, made it apparent that the lush forests and nearby lakes had been experiencing some subtle metamorphoses. Then, "out of nowhere" a message from our son, now in Indy and not far from the IU Ray Bradbury Center, quite appropriately arrived:

This text and image... said it all:
“August was almost over. The first cool touch of autumn moved slowly through the town and there was a softening and the first gradual burning fever of color in every tree, a faint flush and coloring in the hills, and the color of lions in the wheat fields. Now the pattern of days was familiar and repeated like a penman beautifully inscribing again and again, in practice, a series of it’s and w’s and m’s, day after day the line repeated in delicate rills.”
- Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

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Thank you, Mr. Bradbury!