Oh, How The Tides Turn...

And Uncle Sammy all not for it today...


But... the tide will turn again, will flow again. Someday soon, I hope.

Slainte, folks!

Cygnus

Sometimes, They're All We Are

Reflections...

Whether that be of impressions we've made

Or of self

Or Sun through metal

on metal under water

Sometimes, it's only of what loads we can bear...

Reflections... I mean, just to be able to cast a shadow on sunny days-- ain't that reflection enough?.

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

Pluto Discovered...

On This Day [In History]

On my desktop, says it was today's date; the discovery credited to Clyde TombaughWikipedia says naught about the day it were discovered. Does seem to like the debate about whether it's a planet or Not...

And, synchronous-- or synergyous, if you prefer, The Farmer's Almanac says it's a bad day to plant seedlings, flowering plants-- almost anything...

Gotta love the Heavens' sense of humor..
Pluto, [one of] the God[s]of the Underworld, sometimes of destruction. And we sha nae plant seeds...


I love this life, this Witchery.



Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus

Blaine Stupid

Why they ain't done THIS DAY IN HISTORY for 420 yet...

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

Because Four Seasons Are New To Me

I lived most of my adult life in Texas, where we had, essentially, two seasons: Ca va, and hotter-than-hades.

When I started looking for property upon which to pursue my gardening/self-sustainability dreams, I looked a bit farther north, because I wanted not only the experience of Four Seasons, but somewhere that would support cold-needing orchard, berry, and brassica plants.

I'm not in Missouri, where 2.2 acres near the Mark Twain Natn'l Forest await me and my treehouse [hey, it's MY fantasy, right?!], but...

I'm glad to be currently somewhere that shows the beauty of the Cycle...

Slainte, folks... Cygnus

A Song About Oppression-- And Freedom

[I posted this on both blogs tonight, because I feel it's worth it. Thanks, readers of both, for understanding. C.]

With what I just read over at MAYBERRY's blog, this video came to mind.

Let's not let this become an Orwellian world, folks. I mean, any more so than we already have...



Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

Uppdate: Jackson = 'Flash'

I was on my merry way down the rue today, and lowen b. hauld [IT'S A MIRACLE!!! I CAN SEE!!] who do I spot walking, against traffic-- on leash, human in tow-- but our newest buddy: Hungry Jack!!!

Well, of course I had to stop the van, roll down the window, and say "Hello, Buddy!!!"

The human looked @ me as if I were in another world... and I was: Jackson was safe!

He gives my hand a kiss...

I asked her-- the human-- his name, explaining mine of him.

"Flash", she answered.

We conversed for a few. I dunna know, nor could repeat, the exact words exchanged. I just drove away, fists pumping to the heavens, thankful that Flash was safe and well-cared for.

Seems the morn he showed up @ my stairs, he'd been to the vet for some shots. His link to the chain run was... not so securedly snappy, shall we say! Ha! The walking fleamale whined of his disappearance upon Alpha-House's return. Alpha looked out back... and there Flash lay, cool day's trek under collar...

I canna tell you the joy, folks... for an hour or more of my drive I was near [HA! near, my arse, Swanboi!!! You was a-cryin' again!!!] tears, just thankful the puppy had found home-- found HIS home-- and had happily returned...

Je comprends, folks; je comprends.

May you all have, on the other end, someone who cares...

Slainte, folks!!!

Cygnus