The more side roads you stop to explore, the less likely that life will pass you by. ~Robert Brault, American writer
It’s time for a break
Things to do, people to see
I will return soon
Note: Poetry form is Haiku. I’ll be hunkering low with the Monk as Scary Boom-Boom Day (July Fourth) approaches. My daylilies are finally blooming — and aren’t they cheerful? Everybody have a safe and happy Fourth — see you soon!
All stories end in death, and he is no true storyteller who would keep that from you. ~Ernest Hemingway, American journalist, novelist, and short story writer
You
Were so
Tiny that
I didn’t think
You’d ever get big.
Yet a Pandemic tree
Had nothing to do but grow.
And over these past five years you
Did exactly that! Each year saw you
Get taller and fuller and healthier.
While I hated to do it, I had to
Have you cut down so others could live.
Sacrifice is never easy
And I thank you, Tiny Tree,
For your superb service.
I’ll miss you, you know,
But you’ll live on
In photos
And my
Heart
Note: Poetry form is Double Etheree.
Today is a most unusual day, because we have never lived it before; we will never live it again; it is the only day we have. ~William Arthur Ward, American motivational writer
There once was a day so grand
It was honored all over the land.
With a Sheltie or two
You’ll never be blue
And love you’ll always command.
Note: Poetry form is Limerick (which I haven’t written in ages!). Today, June 1, is International Sheltie Day. The Monk insisted we recognize the occasion this year — he’s demanding good treats and extra belly scratches.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 