Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Goodbye to a Friend

She was such a good friend.
Wagging her tail, twisting in a circle &
whining all the while holding a shoe or stick
lightly in her teeth. Oh so happy to see everyone.

I will miss you my Penny girl.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

A Winter With No Snow

 So this winter we have had less then a quarter of the usual snowfall (as you can tell from these pictures) :( However, it will probably make for the lack of snow in April or May when I am dying for spring Not snow!
Anyways I took these a few weeks ago and finally got around to downloading them to the computer.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A Happy Valentines Day to All and Sundry!

"Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds. . . [it] alters not with
his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of 
~William Shakespeare~

Valentine, Sweet Valentine

Monday, February 13, 2012

Whitman's Tribute to the Great Lincoln

Okay so I must admit that in the past this poem has not been a favorite. The few times I was assigned to read it I would lets be nice and say that I "skimmed."
Well, a couple of days ago I was browsing through a volume of poems and came across this one and decided to read it. 
Umm it brought tears to my eyes! 
So now I have dedicated myself to memorize it :)
Anyways here is a new favorite of mine.

O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: 
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
-Walt Whitman-