Miss you still, my beautiful Dallas 11/28/06 – 3/2/20
The summer will bloom into roses,
And laughter will follow your tears;
I linger alone in the shadows
That fell from the beautiful years.
The autumn will shine into harvests,
The grapes will hang purple with wine,
The lark will sing high in the meadow;
The shadow forever is mine…
~Josephine Butterfield Walcott (1840–1906), “Destiny,” World of Song, 1878
The doctor is often more to be feared than the disease. ~Proverb
I Monkey here.
As a rule, Mama is pretty healthy. She takes extra-good care of herself, doing all those things humans are supposed to do — eat right, get enough sleep, exercise, avoid crowds of people coughing.
So it’s a Big Deal when she finally takes sick.
Especially when I Monkey am by nature so needy and, shall we say, anxious for her full attention.
All the time.
So before long we can open the windows wide and let Spring in, and we can go out to the park or sit on a hillside and let Spring into us. ~Hal Borland, American writer, journalist, and naturalist
Glued to this window
Waiting for Spring (or a cat!)
Enjoying sun’s warmth
What quaint seduction lurks within the snow. ~Frances M. Frost, American poet, novelist, and children’s writer
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see. ~John Burroughs, American naturalist and nature essayist
Today is my birthday — I’m finally four!
Too late for Mama to show me the door!
I’ve barfed and I’ve pottied all over her floor,
But one thing’s for certain: I’m never a bore!
Today’s my birthday — it’s all about ME!
I’m just as happy as happy can be.
Cats and squirrels, you’d better all flee;
Guarding and chasing are fun for Monkey!
Today’s my birthday — let’s celebrate!
You bring yourselves; I’ll host the fete.
Cake, ice cream, cookies on a plate;
Only the best, nothing third-rate.
Today’s my birthday — oh, happy day!
I’m ready to party; I’m ready to bay.
I can’t promise anything but skies of gray;
Still, come to my party and be ready to play!
Note: Poetry form (I think) is quatrains. Could be rhyming couplets though.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. ~J.K. Rowling, British author and philanthropist (from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, 1997)
As
The days
Get shorter
And the cold winds
Blow in from the north,
I remember with joy
Days not so long ago when
Sunshine, flowers, and butterflies
Danced across my yard with abandon
Reminding me to enjoy the present.
Note: Poetry form is Etheree.
Incredible
To think there will be a to-morrow morning,
And you will not be there…
~Joseph Auslander, American poet, anthologist, and novelist
I Monkey here.
You haven’t heard from me since my Walktober post, so I thought I’d remedy that while Mama is otherwise occupied.
Our downfall as a species is that we are arrogant enough to think that we can control Mother Nature and stupid enough to think it is our job. ~Greg Peterson, 1997, urbanfarm.org
I Monkey here.
Don’t you think not-even-four is too young to be going bald?
Eighty percent of success is showing up. ~Woody Allen, American filmmaker, actor, and commedian
I Monkey here.
Bet you’ve all been thinking about me and wondering how I’ve been getting along in the second phase of Puppy School.
Wait no more.
I Monkey here.
Guess WHAT??? I did it!!
I successfully completed Puppy School!
Sadly, I didn’t get to keep the cute hat.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 