Ooooooh! Aaaaaah!

How cool might this be?

Mary Susan

In Observance of Poetry Month

It is only recently that I really started to enjoy poetry, thanks in large part to Carmon's efforts. And so, in honor of Carmon, I post this poem by Edgar Guest, who is sort of the Norman Rockwell of poets.

RICH
by Edgar Guest

Who has a troop of romping youth
About his parlor floor,
Who nightly hears a round of cheers,
When he is at the door,
Who is attacked on every side
By eager little hands
That reach to tug his grizzled mug,
The wealth of earth commands.

Who knows the joys of girls and boys,
His lads and lassies, too,
Who's pounced upon and bounced upon
When his day's work is through,
Whose trousers know the gentle tug
Of some glad little tot,
The baby of his crew of love,
Is wealthier than a lot.

Oh, be he poor and sore distressed
And weary with the fight,
If with a whoop his healthy troop
Run, welcoming at night,
And kisses greet him at the end
Of all his toiling grim,
With what is best in life he's blest
And rich men envy him.

Mary Susan

Buon Appetito!

This article is very affirming!!!

Good thing I've overcome the thinness-affliction of my high school and college days!

Mary Susan

"It rained...

...and it rained and it rained. Piglet told himself that never in all his life, and he was goodness knows how old--three, was it, or four?--never had he seen so much rain. Days and days and days."

Our Christopher Robin

I don't know when I've seen the grass so green!!! It's absolutely beautiful!!!

For the first time in quite awhile, the creek between here and "town" is up over the bridge--a common occurrence the year we built the house (four years ago), but infrequent since.

It's a lot of rain, but after the last couple of summers, I still can't get enough of it.

Mary Susan

Salatin/Chipotle Alliance

This is an encouraging article--not just for farmers, but also for consumers.