Gerard,
We all hope you enjoyed your Spring day!
In the Poconos we had temps in the 20s, blustering gusts of up to 25 mph from the north, bringing the wind chill factor to what I refer to as harsh. We also enjoyed intermittent snow-squalls. It is not quite Spring yet.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am okay with Winter. I actually like Winter….until around the end of February. At this point, my desire is to get my hands in the garden soil to plant the summer crops. Can’t even stick a spade in the soil yet. Froze solid. Come on, Spring!
ghostsniperFebruary 29, 2020, 6:21 PM
Same here, but different. Snowed yesterday and today, temps in the teens and windchill below zero. I’m ready for some sprang! I played the vid and Shannon came runnin’, howling the whole time.
It’s a signal I’ve taught her and my previous mutts, from an early age. I say, “WHERE’S THAT GURL?”, then I let loose with a long, mournful howl. No matter where she is on the property she comes a flyin’. Without exception she is always rewarded with a cookie and my left pocket always has plenty.
Sam L.March 1, 2020, 7:12 AM
Cute kid! Operatic beagle!
Rob De WittMarch 1, 2020, 7:25 AM
I’m still waiting for some woke millennial to realize that her kid’s musical toy keeps playing Old Black Joe.
Clearly very late to piling on here, but your “Spring Day” seemed too easily come by for a man who might still shed a tear for his graysunk Seattle brethren.
VanderleunMarch 2, 2020, 1:17 PM
I do shed a tear for my comrades in Seattle and then say, hey, with ee cummings:
We doctors know
a hopeless case if — listen: there’s a hell
of a good universe next door; let’s go
Get moving.
Andy HavensMarch 2, 2020, 2:17 PM
That’s certainly the dream, but we’ll be sopping up gravy from this particular train for a while yet.
Meanwhile, vacations.
VanderleunMarch 2, 2020, 3:58 PM
Excellent and one does not leave a gravy train lightly. Still, remember the first thing to do when seeing incoming….. GET OFF THE X.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Gerard,
We all hope you enjoyed your Spring day!
In the Poconos we had temps in the 20s, blustering gusts of up to 25 mph from the north, bringing the wind chill factor to what I refer to as harsh. We also enjoyed intermittent snow-squalls. It is not quite Spring yet.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am okay with Winter. I actually like Winter….until around the end of February. At this point, my desire is to get my hands in the garden soil to plant the summer crops. Can’t even stick a spade in the soil yet. Froze solid. Come on, Spring!
Same here, but different. Snowed yesterday and today, temps in the teens and windchill below zero. I’m ready for some sprang! I played the vid and Shannon came runnin’, howling the whole time.
It’s a signal I’ve taught her and my previous mutts, from an early age. I say, “WHERE’S THAT GURL?”, then I let loose with a long, mournful howl. No matter where she is on the property she comes a flyin’. Without exception she is always rewarded with a cookie and my left pocket always has plenty.
Cute kid! Operatic beagle!
I’m still waiting for some woke millennial to realize that her kid’s musical toy keeps playing Old Black Joe.
Hey Rob, if he’s playing Old Black Joe over and over, would that make him a One Note Sambo? Sorry. I will just be leaving now.
Clearly very late to piling on here, but your “Spring Day” seemed too easily come by for a man who might still shed a tear for his graysunk Seattle brethren.
I do shed a tear for my comrades in Seattle and then say, hey, with ee cummings:
Get moving.
That’s certainly the dream, but we’ll be sopping up gravy from this particular train for a while yet.
Meanwhile, vacations.
Excellent and one does not leave a gravy train lightly. Still, remember the first thing to do when seeing incoming….. GET OFF THE X.