I Monkey here.
Mama can’t post right now; in fact, she’s going to be offline for a while, and I’m closing comments because I Monkey have to help her.
You see, Grandma passed away. While it wasn’t unexpected, it’s still a time for mourning and healing.
Thank you for understanding. We love y’all!
The pen in your hand is a magic wand with which you can send joy, hope, love and courage across deserts and plains, over mountains and seas, around the world and around the corner. ~Wilferd A. Peterson, American author
We all grumble about the postal service and sometimes, with good cause: reduced window operations, increased regulations, jacked-up prices.
So let me add another complaint to the pile — S-L-O-W delivery.
When it snows, you have two choices: shovel or make snow angels. ~Author unknown
Winter is a time of promise because there is so little to do — or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so. ~Stanley Crawford, American writer and farmer
‘Tis the season for us to hibernate,
Hole up indoors and try to acclimate
While the snows outside start to accumulate
And the frigid temperatures rush to accelerate.
The wise prepare for this transition to incubate:
They gather food when the weather is adequate,
Gas for the car and wood for the grate;
Books, movies, puzzles while they isolate.
This season of quiet gives us time to cogitate
The meaning of Life and how we might mitigate
The miseries others face and extrapolate
Things we can do to make peace proliferate.
Of course, none of us can ever anticipate,
Nor can anyone fully appreciate
How long, how dreary this time we tolerate.
Ideas germinate, but we procrastinate.
We mean to get things done, but wait!
A nap is calling, so we vacillate.
Clean closets, tax prep, and such might motivate.
Maybe tomorrow. Today we vegetate!
Note: This is some sort of rhyming verse, I think.
Winter’s here, and you feel lousy: You’re coughing and sneezing; your muscles ache; your nose is an active mucus volcano. These symptoms — so familiar at this time of year — can mean only one thing: Tiny fanged snails are eating your brain. ~ Dave Barry, American author and columnist
When I wrote my last post, I truly intended to take only a few days off, then get right back to work.
It didn’t happen that way, and I apologize. Some things can’t be helped.
Like crud and mud.
The Christmas tree is a symbol of love… ~Andy Rooney, American radio and TV writer
I
Become
Dazzling
When my lady
Hangs decorations
On my branches and then
Steps back to admire the view.
Red ornaments and golden bows
Make me feel like a real Christmas tree,
Proving once again all trees are special.
Note: Poetry form is Etheree. I’ll be taking a few days off to celebrate the holidays with family and friends. Please, everyone, have a safe and beautiful Christmas and New Year’s Day!
Hold a true friend with both your hands. ~Nigerian proverb
Once
You were
The center
Of my world and
My prized possession.
Then I put you aside
For years — no, make that decades.
You never complained nor did you
Seem to resent my indifference.
But good friends shouldn’t be treated that way.
It was a silver flute that caught my eye.
Learning to play it became my goal.
But I don’t have to choose, do I?
Playing both instruments would
Make me more valuable.
Now that you’ve been fixed
I’m going to hold
Both of you
Near my
Heart.
Note: Poetry form is a Double Etheree.
…we can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasure… ~Thornton Wilder, American playwright, novelist, and winner of three Pulitzer Prizes
Learning is a treasure that will follow its owner everywhere. ~Chinese proverb
I Monkey here.
Well, I finally pushed Mama to the end of her rope with my monkey-shenanigans, and she retaliated by signing me up for Puppy School.
Huh.
We got there early so I could check out the classroom.
…I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house. So I have spent almost all the daylight hours in the open air. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne, American novelist and short story writer
How I relate to Mr. Hawthorne’s thoughts!
It seems like Autumn arrived late here, perhaps because everybody was eager for it to chase away the heat, humidity, and drought; but when it finally came (and despite fears to the contrary), it was simply glorious. (“Was” being the operative word — as I post this, we’ve passed “peak” color and are fast headed to Winter).
But I’ve compiled a little slide show (a dozen photos) so you can see some of our Fall trees. Please enjoy!
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 