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Sunday, February 26, 2012

Peeking Out




If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

This beautiful verse was written by MOSLIH EDDIN (MUSLIH-UN-DIN) SAADI (SADI), who was a major Persian poet of the medieval times. It is just one of the many beautiful verses in his book Gulistan ("The Rose Garden").
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I hope you are all enjoying your Sunday.
 We are celebrating my son's Birthday today, as well as his passing all his prelims and being ready to start research on his doctoral dissertation. Needless to say, I am very proud of him.
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I am looking forward to finally seeing "Riverdance" and "Celtic Woman" next month.
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Wishing you all a beautiful week filled with lots of sunshine.
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Sunday, February 19, 2012

A touch of Spring







The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.   ~ Gertrude S. Wister
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The time has come where I crave flowers and Spring. So I went out to the flower store and brought all these colors home.
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Book I am reading right now - "The Walking People" by Mary Beth Keane
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Blog I like - Happy Sonne by Yvonne from Switzerland 
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Arold - The Reluctant Crocus

'Arold...come on out!
Raise your 'ead all about,
Show a bit of pride
To this springing world so wide.


'Arold...be you no son of mine

If never you don't come out and shine,
Glory be, boy, where's your yella...
Oh do come on out little fella.


'Arold are you truly there
Unfurl your petals if you dare...
Mother, mother speak to the boy
Is it he's just green and coy?


'Arold...be you no son of mine

If never you don't come out and shine,
Glory be, boy, where's your yella...
Oh do come on out little fella.


'Arold sprightly now, what say you?
'Tis no fright for you in the dew,
Glory be child, what matters a hint of frost,
Never a moment to count such a cost.


'Arold...be you no son of mine

If never you don't come out and shine,
Glory be, boy, where's your yella...
Oh do come on out little fella.


'Arold sweet 'n shy, bide your time then,
But, be sure to be out by ten...
Ours is to bring much joy and hope,
Of promise given free to those that barely cope.


'Arold...always a son of mine,

Gentle ever heart of thine,
Glorious forever in saffron yella...
Be it shy or coy little fella!


Patrick Heathcock (March 2006)
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Have a good week ahead!

Monday, February 13, 2012

Happy Saint Valentine's Day!



May this Valentine's Day 
be filled with love, understanding, and contentment 
as you journey through life with those you hold dear.
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Must, bid the Morn awake!
Sad Winter now declines,
Each bird doth choose a mate;
This day's Saint Valentine's.
For that good bishop's sake
Get up and let us see
What beauty it shall be
That Fortune us assigns.
~Michael Drayton
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Without love, what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely. ~M*A*S*H, Hawkeye
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Saturday, February 4, 2012

Lucy Lu













Here is our big surprise. We named her Lucy. She has been too long at the Almost Home Humane Society, thank goodness it is a no kill shelter. She was picked up by Animal Control early December on a busy road. Now who would let a beautiful baby like her go? She did not have too many people looking at her, until I checked their website and the rest is history. Lucy found her forever home! ~
She is about four years old and gets along fine with our Rat Terrier Gracie, who was also rescued from the same shelter a little over four years ago.
So now we are owned by two little dogs.
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I often stop to think about,
What my dog had went through.
She was adopted at the shelter,
And where she came from, no one knew.
You see, one can’t help but wonder,
Was she treated right?
Did she have a warm place to sleep,
Or was she kept outside all night?
Were there nights she went hungry?
I can’t imagine someone treating her wrong.
I wonder if she went without food,
I always pray it wasn’t too long.
Was she somebody’s best friend?
Did she get lost one day?
It’s just a question that I think sometimes,
If she could talk what would she say?
I know what she’d tell you now,
And it would put a smile on your face.
She’d tell you that she’s found her home,
And she’s happy in this place.
She’d also remind us, to remember,
That even though we may never find out,
The dog will always be grateful to you,
And that’s something you don’t have to doubt.
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About the author: Savana Frame is a poet & dog lover from West Virgina. She enjoys taking photographs and playing with her kids, three of which are dogs. 
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Happy Sunday to all! And to my friends in Europe, stay warm! 
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