A Golden Day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  This was my neighborhood as I saw it yesterday. 

A Golden Day

The subtle beauty of this day

Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell,

And care and grief have flown away,

And every breeze sings, "all is well."

I ask, "Holds earth or sin, or woe?"

My heart replies, "I do not know."

Nay! all we know, or feel, my heart,

Today is joy undimmed, complete;

In tears or pain we have no part;

The act of breathing is so sweet,

We care no higher joy to name.

What reck we now of wealth or fame?

The past--what matters it to me?

The pain it gave has passed away.

The future--that I cannot see!

I care for nothing save today--

This is a respite from all care,

          And trouble flies--I know not where.

Go on, oh noisy, restless life!

Pass by, oh, feet that seek for heights!

I have no part in aught of strife;

I do not want your vain delights.

The day wraps round me like a spell

And every breeze sings, "All is well."

                                              Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Moon

It was a big moon last night just like they promised on the news.  This picture is poor quality, but you can still get a feel for what it was like looking up into the night sky from my back yard.  I decided to get a little of our scraggly pine tree in the picture to help with proportion. 

 The pine wasn't always scraggly, it was once very beautiful.  Bag worms attacked all the trees around us one year and it never really fully recovered from that.  Bag worms are icky and interesting at the same time.  I didn't know about them until the year our tree was infested.  All I can say is when I looked real close at this coccoon hanging from our pine and saw that it was pulsating, I was really grossed out.

Anyway, what a beautiful moon last night!  I didn't think about anything gross when I looked up at the sky, I thought about how lucky I was to be alive.  Moons can be inspiring that way, especially big full ones like last night.

Annabelle's Bone

This is Annabelle's mammoth bone.  At least that's what it said on the package at the store. I don't think there are any more Wooly Mammoth's.  So it's probably really a cow bone. She really does love to gnaw on it. Her jaw muscles get quite the work out--they must be soooo strong.

Doesn't she look cheerful in this photo?  Annabelle always looks happy.  She's the perfect pet for someone who has to battle depression now and then.  She looks so happy and she literally jumps for joy at the sight of you-- you can't help but cheer up a little. 



Blooming

I hope my writing blooms as well.