I am in here.
Thanks to everyone for the condolences about Eddie the Cat. He’s not going to be forgotten, that’s for sure. My husband wanted to get me a new kitten right away, but that’s not fair to the proposed kitten, and (I think) disrespectful to Edward Birdseye Cat (his full name). We’re used to 4 cats now, … Continue reading the next morning
You don’t love the world. If you loved the world you’d have images in your poems. John loves the world. He has a motto: judge not lest ye be judged. Don’t argue this point on the theory it isn’t possible to love what one refuses to know: to refuse speech is not to suppress perception. … Continue reading Rainy Morning
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants. — Dorothy Parker
The warblers convinced me to go out and simply be outside, even though I knew that by the time I got there, the birds would be having their midday nap. I heard a fairly busy red-bellied woodpecker, but that was it. And one turtle, a red-eared slider, sunning itself on the shore of the pond. … Continue reading No birds.
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