From the cutest little witch this side of Hogwarts!
(and Hedwig, his trusty owl)
In youth the days are short and the years are long; in old age the years are short and the days long. ~Nikita Ivanovich Panin, Russian statesman
My neighbor doesn’t seem to sleep
His light comes on at four.
Sometimes outside the blinds I peep
And watch him pace the floor.
Behind his walker off he rolls
Back and forth and back.
His carpet must be filled with holes
At least in one small track.
He turns the TV on at five
And thus it stays all day.
Surely not a man alive
Can tolerate that sway.
He used to go to work, I guess,
Made time to have some fun,
Read a book, played some chess,
Chauffeured daughter and son.
I know he used to mow the lawn,
Raked leaves and blew the snow.
Now he seems to greet the dawn
With television show.
He doesn’t put on makeup
No breakfast does he cook.
So why this early wake up
From his quiescent nook?
I guess the older that we get
The more we know for sure
Our time, no matter how we fret,
On earth is never sure.
We think we’re busy when we’re kids
We’re always on the go.
When old age comes we’re on the skids
And life becomes real slow.
Note: Part true; part fictionalized. You can guess, if you’d like, which is which, but I’m not telling, in deference to those described!
I live at the Shedd.
Most lobsters are green or brown.
What’s cooler than blue?
Note: This blue lobster, a resident of the Shedd Aquarium in Chicago, is the result of a 1 in 2 million chance of genetic mutation. For more on this beauty, watch the video.
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. ~Albert Einstein
Trouble falling asleep because your brain is working overtime? Feeling angry and out of sorts? Having tooth or bone issues?
Then grab some Howlite and prepare to be amazed!
If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. ~Loren Eiseley, American anthropologist
No garden is complete without water.
Plants thrive on it; people, I’m convinced, thrive near it.
The greatest gift of the garden is the restoration of the five senses. ~Hanna Rion, American artist
There’s nothing better for one’s soul than strolling through an extensive garden, taking in the beauty of nature and releasing burdens of worry, care, or fear.
My big-mouthed Sheltie has already announced that I’ve been away, so I might as well confess I went to visit Domer in the Windy City.
Since my nerves are still pretty raw from my car crash, I took the train (not exactly a paragon of safety there, but I liked my chances better than on the highways!)