. . . . I saw a small English sparrow gathering some fluff for a nest. The fluff looked like it came from the lining of someone's old winter coat. And I thought how appropriate the metaphor was: a small bird plucking a piece of winter raiment. . . .white, raged and torn to line the inner shell of its spring nest. The artifacts of past seasons build the warmth of today.
All is liquid in nature, and the seasons tumble into each other as though there were really no season at all --
Updated 06-28-2009 at 03:35 PM by The Comedian
Just trying out some stuff. Please ignore this needless entry!
I tried so hard being positive for this camping trip and Friday night was pretty nice, people chatting outside their tents kids playing, me and Gummi, my boy, and the dogs went to bed around 1 am. woke up at SIX ahhh I hate it when Gummi wakes up so early. but OK I made coffee and we sat outside for awhile, around 8 a woman we know came from her tent with her sons dog and the dogs were playing for a while and another woman came and all of a sudden the other dog starts humping my younger one, sisco,
Snap Jaws is alive and well and making the heart race. The front yard has been mowed with minimum strain on the rotor cup but the back yard is smiling with anticipation as it communes with nature and Snap Jaws to bring the man down.
Work at AAA has been horrendous with the heat and I have seen more evidence of the total depravity of man. My herat gets as hardened as Pharoah's these days with people that can;t wait for service. Really hate the doctor's the most. They go out of
Updated 06-28-2009 at 02:31 AM by mtpspur
There is to be a celebration
to which all are invited
Every person, every face, every color,
every voice, every mind, every heart,
every opinion is welcome,
all are invited.
The general theme is joy,
greatly relieved joy,
true love and true pain meeting,
peace and trust and love becoming real