Today's My Birthday!

You heard it right.....I won't tell you how old I am, but let's just say the song, "I Saw Her Standing There," doesn't apply to me anymore.

Mom and I will be heading to the bakery for breakfast, then off to the garden store for shopping, then off to spend some spare meullah (money).  It will be lovely, and I will tell you all about the party on Sunday.

One more hint about my age: I'll be going to register for something.  This is the first day I can legally register to do it.

Soli Deo Gloria

First Day of Spring

In honor of the first day of spring, I will post a spring poem


Daffodils by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.






Soli Deo Gloria

The Curious Case of the Rabbit in the Yard

Paul saw it first this morning. A fluffy, brown rabbit with a little white cotton tail. The adorable kind you see hopping about in your yard. It lay on the ground in a heap.

And it wasn't moving.

That's right, we found a dead rabbit in our front yard.

Blech.

Nobody knows how the "murder" occurred, or who did it, but I have a strong feeling that Dicey, the stray cat that comes around to our house, had something to do with it.

Why do I think that?

Because Dicey sat on the trashbag that Paul covered the body with; when we got home, the bag had blown off (or taken off?), and Dicey was coming from our neighbor's house, licking her chops. And as I was writing this post, she was in the yard having a wee little snack.

Ugh. Disgusting.

Anywho, this morning, Mom and I joked about the rabbit being named Peter, so after Paul taped a clean white trashbag over it, I taped a note on it witht this writing:

Here Lies
Peter Rabbit
Mauled By Dicey the Cat

A bit of wry humor there.

We don't really know if Dicey was the culprit. We don't have any foxes (although we do have fields outside of the neighborhood). Then again, I never knew we had opossums either. No owls, as far as I have seen, so it's quite a mystery. I guess you could call it, "Who Killed Roger Rabbit?" LOL

*Sigh*

You know you live in the suburbs when you get all excited over a dead rabbit in your yard. Especially when you think your neighbor's cat did it.



I really need to get out more.


Frickasee bunny, anyone?

My Violin

Hi everyone, long time no see!

Here are a few pictures of my new violin that I took:









































Grainy, I know....but with practice, I can hopefully get better at it. I don't think that practicing will come any time soon, however. I tried to photograph it with the bow, but it crashed to the floor, and....well....let's just say that didn't end the way I wanted it to. : )



Soli Deo Gloria