I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move. ~Robert Louis Stevenson, Scottish novelist
Don’t mind me,
I’m just passin’ through.
Leaving my mark
So clear and true.
Don’t mind me,
My footprint is small.
Not like I
Really matter at all.
On my way
To something more.
Caught my eye
From behind the door.
Don’t mind me,
I’ll not tarry.
No food here;
No meat or dairy.
Don’t mind me,
Or my cold feet.
But couldn’t you
Set out a treat?
More is not necessarily better. — me
This weekend, Central Illinois was scheduled to get “a little snow.”
That’s what the meteorologists at the TV station told us anyway. One to three inches, tops.
Right.
Best friends don’t necessarily have to talk every day. They don’t even need to talk for weeks. But when they do, it’s like they never stopped talking. ~Author unknown
Dallas here.
Bet you’ve missed hearing from me, huh?
North wind blows my face.
Wet snow stings and cuts my fur.
I’m ready for Spring.
Note: This is a Haiku (my first, actually!). And since I’m not a poet, I’m open to any constructive criticism you experts might offer.
Treat your password like your toothbrush. Don’t let anybody else use it, and get a new one every six months. ~Clifford Stoll, American astronomer and teacher
Okay, I’ll be the first to admit I took the lazy way out with my post on Wednesday, but as usual, there’s a perfectly logical reason.
I was up to my ears trying to resolve yet another hacking!
The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size. ~Gertrude S. Wister, American horticulturist
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 