To Stay Out Of The Soup
It’s better to be a clam when the tide is high than when it is low.
It’s better to be a clam when the tide is high than when it is low.
Brash upstart asters poke out all over the yard. Untidiness reigns!
Donald Trump still rules because too many people don’t know they’re being fooled.
Chilly at mid-day. The white cat fluffs up her fur and her tail.
It’s wonderful that the bird with the sweetest call is so hard to see.
Now we rise, borne by spring’s spread wings toward full-fledged summer flight.
Out on the screen porch the rain is just beginning. A cool breeze sighs by.
Hurrah! Hurray! The first of May! Lovely Spring has come to stay!
Cerulean sky. Gentle breeze invites the birches to dance.
As Nasruddin was walking home one day, he decided to take the long way through a rose garden instead of the usual road. The roses were all in bloom, and the scent was heavenly. But as he strolled the garden, he slipped in the mud and crashed into some rose bushes. He was badly bruised