I am an immaculate housekeeper. I’m clean, but the house is a mess. ~Phyllis Diller, American stand-up comedian, actress, author, and more.
I Monkey here.
Mama seems to think this blog is hers, but I’m here to remind you — it’s all about me. Or at least it should be.
Let your imagination… fly like the lady-bird, “north, south, and east, and west,” but take care that it always comes home to rest. ~Robert Southey (1774–1843), English poet
Once there was a ladybug
A-sittin’ on a tree
Chomping on her dinner
Never minding me.
Ladybugs eat insects
And are considered “good”
So I let her feast unbothered
As she likely hoped I would.
But why are males and females
Called “lady”bugs, I croak?
They’re named for Our Lady, Mary,
In art, wearing a red cloak.
Note: This is some sort of rhyming verse, as best as I can tell. I’m open to learning more, if anybody wants to educate me!
Mother, have you ever thought, dear,
That some day our lives must part,
And the fated one must linger—
Linger here with broken heart?
~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), American writer
When my neighbor moved in next door, she transplanted some luscious phlox to the fence line in our backyards.
But apparently, phlox doesn’t recognize a barrier, and it’s spread onto my side of the fence. Not that I’m complaining!
I think it’s delightful how this plant is sharing its beauty with both of us.
In fact, I like to think of it as my late mom’s doing. She tried, but never could get phlox to grow when she was on earth; now that she’s in Heaven, I’ll just bet she’s smiling!
Note: Happy Mother’s Day, everyone!
For the man sound in body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every sky has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously. ~George Gissing (English novelist), “Winter,” The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft, 1903
It’s been kind of a rough spring here thus far.
We’ve run the gamut: high winds, thunder, lightning, heavy rain, and even tornadoes share the docket with practically perfect sunshine and calm. And the temperatures? If nothing else, Illinois in spring is erratic, ranging from the 40s to the 70s by day and the 20s to 50-ish by night.
But you’d like to see pictures, wouldn’t you? Okay, here goes:
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 