Ah! there is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort. ~Jane Austen, English novelist
I Monkey here.
Since Mama’s tied up with “work,” I’m commandeering her computer to let you know what’s going on in my world.
Because after all, that’s what you really want to read about, isn’t it? Me, I mean?
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.
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:
To this day, color is an enormous delight to me. It means experience, adventure of all kinds. ~Harry Behn, American screenwriter
When
You walk
With a dog
Outside in Spring,
You can’t help but see
That the world around us
Is greening and turning pink,
As new life bursts into color,
Trees shed their spent flowers, and sidewalks
Become magical pathways of beauty.
Note: Poetry form is Etheree.
The return of springtime always brings with it naturally a revival of the sweetest hopes and deepest joys of human nature. The heart of man in springtime is naturally joyous; all nature rejoices around him, and he cannot but participate in the general anthem of thanksgiving, and unite his voice with the universal pæan of praise. ~W. J. Colville, English medium, lecturer, author, 1886
Happy Easter! Can you stand five more photos of Spring? I’ve turned off comments so you can enjoy without having to work too hard!
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 