Money will buy you a pretty good dog, but it won’t buy the wag of his tail. ~Henry Wheeler Shaw, American humorist
As those of you who regularly read my posts know, my soul-dog Dallas went to the Rainbow Bridge as March 2020 ushered in the COVID pandemic.
At first, I didn’t want a new pup. Didn’t want to look at puppy pictures, didn’t want to reach out to ask breeders questions.
I was grieving, and I knew I needed time to do that properly.
The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up. ~Mark Twain, American writer
I think one of the worst things about this pandemic is its silence.
If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. ~Loren Eiseley, American anthropologist, writer, and educator
Days upon days of rain
Drenching the ground below.
Keeping us sheltered at home
While Nature continues to grow.
It’s really too cool to garden,
Too wet to dig in the dirt.
My world has become an emerald,
My attire: jeans and T-shirt.
Hang on, people, hang on!
This, too, one day will pass.
Life will acquire a new normal;
Sun will shine on the glass.
It’s easy to drift into sadness
We’re all missing so much.
Perhaps it’s good for the world
To pause from our human touch.
We’re on a maiden voyage,
Fording an unknown sea.
Wading in deepening waters
From which we cannot flee.
Hold on, people, hold on!
It’s easier to smile than frown.
Refuse to add to the misery
Be kind during this slowdown.
Note: I think this poetry form is called Iambic Trimeter. It has three iambs per line. (Of course, if you know otherwise, please educate me!)
Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without. ~Confucius, Chinese philosopher
Tuesday was supposed to be our Spring concert for symphonic band.
The last concert our graduating seniors would perform in public.
But thanks to the COVID-19 pandemic, it was cancelled.
Adversity introduces a man to himself. ~Author Unknown
No adversity or social distancing here — I’m just a Robin looking for my lunch (and maybe a mate!)
There once was a germ so scary
We saw it afar and grew wary.
We learned it could kill
And that gave us a chill.
We couldn’t afford to tarry.
We scrambled for supplies at the stores
And hastened to lock our front doors.
We washed our hands clean
And watched as the scene
Unfolded across our land’s shores.
Suddenly new terms arose
Coined by those who were pros —
Social distancing,
Economic dwindling.
Anxiety abounds, panic grows.
‘Is this the new normal?’ we ask
As we fasten our protective mask.
Working from home,
Protecting our genome,
What a time-consuming task.
It bears repeating, this refrain.
The truth is oh, so plain —
Our hands we will wash.
This germ we will squash,
And then we can live again.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 