so saturday, mid-morning bath time, the house became a bit, too silent. the usual sounds of hijinks and revelry combusting between tweedle-dee and tweedle-elephantine seemed to vaporize. the last i had seen them, they had set up training camp for their own the hunger...
spring has arrived. at least in my world. yesterday, after a dour winter and fall, where hearts hung heavier than normal, i awoke with a lightness and levity i hadn’t felt in years. although my wakeup call, circa 2:17am, involved the sound of jones, aka sweet...
every spring is the only spring – a perpetual astonishment. ~ellis peters this spring i look forward to new paths undiscovered, and old, cherished paths re-excavated. i will breathe in the redolence of flowers blooming fresh, and linger longer than my typical...
cancer. those two syllables could be the glummest two combinations in the dictionary. who hasn’t been personally affected with the evil of cancer? the insidiousness of the disease, the frustration with lags in treatments and cures, and the devastating toll this...
we are joyfully adapting to our new baby {although not in size} boy. he gets sweeter each day, and we are hopeful {fingers, eyes, toes, legs crossed} we have succeeded in potty training. approximately three years old, jones has only known the animal shelters as home....
valentino s-s 2012 i. gush. thank you so much for all of your lovely wishes and congratulations on our new sweetbaby. he and sister ‘cilla are keeping me company as i try to kick this ugly sick that has more than worn its welcome. begone cold/flu! tuesday...
