The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. ~Henry Van Dyke, American author and clergyman
Everyone “knows” March is green, right?
Author Archives: Debbie
Just Passin’ Through
I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move. ~Robert Louis Stevenson, Scottish novelist
Don’t mind me,
I’m just passin’ through.
Leaving my mark
So clear and true.
Don’t mind me,
My footprint is small.
Not like I
Really matter at all.
On my way
To something more.
Caught my eye
From behind the door.
Don’t mind me,
I’ll not tarry.
No food here;
No meat or dairy.
Don’t mind me,
Or my cold feet.
But couldn’t you
Set out a treat?
Winter Storm Olympia
More is not necessarily better. — me
This weekend, Central Illinois was scheduled to get “a little snow.”
That’s what the meteorologists at the TV station told us anyway. One to three inches, tops.
Right.
My BFF Returns
Best friends don’t necessarily have to talk every day. They don’t even need to talk for weeks. But when they do, it’s like they never stopped talking. ~Author unknown
Dallas here.
Bet you’ve missed hearing from me, huh?
Snow Bunny
North wind blows my face.
Wet snow stings and cuts my fur.
I’m ready for Spring.
Note: This is a Haiku (my first, actually!). And since I’m not a poet, I’m open to any constructive criticism you experts might offer.
Guard Your Identity
Treat your password like your toothbrush. Don’t let anybody else use it, and get a new one every six months. ~Clifford Stoll, American astronomer and teacher
Okay, I’ll be the first to admit I took the lazy way out with my post on Wednesday, but as usual, there’s a perfectly logical reason.
I was up to my ears trying to resolve yet another hacking!
Wordless Wednesday
The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size. ~Gertrude S. Wister, American horticulturist
Birth and Death
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love. ~Madame de Stael, French-Swiss author
Those fortunate enough to have both their parents living can’t know how difficult life can be without them.
Nobody ever told me how many problems there are that perplex, problems a deceased parent certainly would have known the answers to.
Finally…Some Melting
When temperatures finally climb above the freezing mark
And the sun shines brightly in the winter sky above,
Icicles hanging from the eaves of most houses
Begin to melt and drip in tapering shapes.
And gradually the warmth turns ice
Into cold water that’s destined
To refreeze overnight until
The same thing happens
The very next day, and
Eventually, drip by
Drip, the entire
Icicle melts
In a pool
Of H2O.
P.S. Poetic form is a Shape Poem.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 