Dream On
The only people who don’t believe in Santa are those without dreams.
The only people who don’t believe in Santa are those without dreams.
We each have a star that guides us out of darkness to serenity. But we must find it before we start to prefer living in the dark.
A banditry of chickadees stealing seeds from the backyard feeder.
Even in these dark times, we have much to be thankful for: our families, our true friends, even the pets that give us so much pleasure and ask of us nothing but love. So let us all keep our spirits up and be of good cheer.
The Orange Flapdoodle won the election. I don’t know whether to shit or go blind.
It was just after sunset on Halloween. An orange glow lingered in the western sky above the roofs of the town. A young couple, the mother dressed as Minerva McDonagal in a black pointed hat and matching floor-length robe, and the father sporting Hagrid’s tangled beard and wild hair, were taking their two children trick-or-treating.
On All Hallow’s Eve remember the dead. They cannot rest easy until they know that the living recall them.
The conversation of the leaves is liveliest just before they fall.
In late September, all the leaves are waiting for their blaze of glory.
Good deeds aren’t always punished, but they are often misinterpreted.