Green Frog Cafe

"Living in nature, listening to the rain, Green Frog Cafe, that's where I want to be. The hemlocks are green, the creek is tricklin, there's geese on the pond, the forest sighs. Green Frog Cafe that's where I want to be, home of my soul, spirit of the mountains." Ruminations of Rhona McMahan

Monday, July 02, 2012

I have been lost in a hellish maze created by Google which has blocked me from posting on my main blog for several years.  Trying to resolve this periodically leaves me with an enraged frustration that what was once so simple has been made unintelligible by the process of corporate takeovers (of blogspot by Google) and by "adding value" to the product for the user (but really for the owner of the service ie Google).  This post made sound bitter, but I am so frustrated by the Google loops I keep getting caught in that I feel like crying or screaming.  Maybe, finally this post will go up, and I can continue on my simple chronicle of my thoughts as I used to for the past 8 years before being "Googled".  Adding this peaceful photo of a state park (Doc Riser's in local speak) which is a bucolic bike ride of 3 miles up the mountain on Lower Birch Creek Road along (guess what) Birch Creek, which eventually runs through Pine Hill on the way to joining the Esopus Creek in Big Indian.