Dallas here. Betcha missed me, right?
Dallas resting amid dropped magnolia blossoms after a walkie
Recently, the dog-walking service called Rover contacted Mama, suggesting she write a post on the etiquette of dog-walking. Huh, like a human knows anything about that!
So I skooshed Mama off her chair and said, “I got this, girlfriend!”
Dogs know ALL about walkies. It’s you humans who don’t know how to walk us without letting us become a nuisance, so listen up:
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. ~Albert Einstein
Thus far, I’ve resisted the urge to have a regular feature on my blog, but sometimes I question that decision.
Every year you appear as if by magic.
No one planted you, no one tends you.
Still, there you are, your star-shaped petals
Of saffron outlined in purest of snow
Reflecting the radiance of the sun itself,
While an explosion of spiky, hairy leaves
Sprouts from earth lending its encouragement.
So, too, some humans who never stray
Far from womb or hearth while others brave
New environments and untried experiences.
Bloom where you’re planted, or stray afar?
Both have their appeal, so long as you bloom
Wholeheartedly, for as long as you can,
Wherever you find yourself planted.
Note: These dainty perennial wildflowers are known as Yellow Star Grass, part of the Lily family, and are native to nearly every county in Illinois.
A man’s wife has more power over him than the state has. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, Journals (American essayist and poet)
“C’mon, dear. It’s time to go.”
No answer.
Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you. ~Edward Payson Rod, American Congregational preacher
Some would call wild violets pretty
With their heart-shaped, waxy leaves
And their delicate purple-hued blossoms.
Others insist they’re nothing
But a weed, a nuisance, a pest
That screams for chemical intervention
Or a shovel for permanent removal.
But isn’t it really all in the viewpoint?
Those who see this plant’s beauty must be
Optimists, searching for the good in all
And seeking, often find exactly that.
Those proclaiming it a worthless annoyance
Just might have scales covering their eyes.
They view the world in opaque tones and expect
Perfection that’s never attainable on earth.
Isn’t it really all in the viewpoint?
Maybe at times we’re all like wild violets.
We portray ourselves in the best possible light
And hope, by persistence, to live long enough to matter.
When others point out our flaws and proclaim us a bother,
We wither and sink into shadowy oblivion.
Shouldn’t we, like the violets, thrive despite obstacles?
Rail against the naysayers and their name-calling?
Isn’t it really all in the viewpoint?
Note: Wild Violets, like those pictured above, can be a homeowner’s bane if allowed to grow and spread indiscriminately. Removal can be challenging, especially for those unwilling to apply chemicals. But for the determined, there are organic methods available. Do you consider wild violets to be beauty or beast?
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart. ~Khalil Gibran, Lebanese-American poet, writer
Dallas here.
Well, not here, exactly.
More like on the lam. Fled the scene.
Gone.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 