Giraffe, Sock And Hat

Have a wonder filled weekend!!!
Enjoy the journey.

Lately

It rained yesterday and through the night, there is even a chance of more rain today! What have you been reading lately?  I would recommend either of the following:  Before I Go To Sleep by S.J. Watson (recommended to me by Kim) was both frightening and fascinating and Fire Season: Field Notes from a Wilderness Lookout (recommended here) was both intriguing and entertaining.  The past couple of weeks I have been keeping busy with a bit of knitting, sewing and project planning, among other things. Also, we have been enjoying the Australian Open tennis matches the past few evenings (streamed live, without commercials!).
Enjoy the journey.

Back In Time

My brother took this image in 1981 and recently sent me a digital version of it. It certainly brings to mind many memories of times spent on the farm with my twin sister and our cousins. Amazing how a photograph can transport us away in an instant. Enjoy the journey.

Recently Started And Completed

Just Turned Five!

Taken by Kim - Easson turns five - 13 January 2012
Kim, thanks so much for sharing this snap with us.

Loss

A path near the river - Georgetown, TX - January 2012


We received some heart breaking news this week, a dear Aunt died unexpectedly while she was in Virginia visiting family. Auntie Evelyn was an amazing lady, even at eighty-two no one was prepared to hear that she had died.  I am going to miss her.


To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. ― Thomas Campbell 

Love This Image

River water and leaves - Georgetown, TX - January 2012

Quiet

Afternoon sky through the tree branches -Georgetown, Texas - January 2011

Photo And Poem

Morning sky - Gulf Shores, AL - December 2011

Child Development
by Billy Collins

As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs
and sauntered off the beaches into forests
working up some irregular verbs for their
first conversation, so three-year-old children
enter the phase of name-calling.

Every day a new one arrives and is added
to the repertoire. You Dumb Goopyhead,
You Big Sewerface, You Poop-on-the-Floor
(a kind of Navaho ring to that one)
they yell from knee level, their little mugs
flushed with challenge.
Nothing Samuel Johnson would bother tossing out
in a pub, but then the toddlers are not trying
to devastate some fatuous Enlightenment hack.

They are just tormenting their fellow squirts
or going after the attention of the giants
way up there with their cocktails and bad breath
talking baritone nonsense to other giants,
waiting to call them names after thanking
them for the lovely party and hearing the door close.

The mature save their hothead invective
for things: an errant hammer, tire chains,
or receding trains missed by seconds,
though they know in their adult hearts,
even as they threaten to banish Timmy to bed
for his appalling behavior,
that their bosses are Big Fatty Stupids,
their wives are Dopey Dopeheads
and that they themselves are Mr. Sillypants.