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

The Glory of the Incarnation

He, through whom time was made, was made in time;



and He, older by eternity than the world itself, was younger in age than many of His servants in the world;



He, who made man, was made man;


He was given existence by a mother whom He brought into existence;


He was carried in hands which He formed;


He cried like a babe in the manger in speechless infancy—this Word without which human eloquence is speechless!

St. Augustine

Merry Christmas!

10 More Things To Be Thankful For.....

1. That I'm off this whole week! (It's good to be in a private school! {I'm not dissing public school, for the record})

2. That we have so much to be thankful for.

3. That, despite the bad turn the economy has taken, we in America (and other developed countries) have abundance of food, shelter, and peace.

4. For snow (I have to say this, because we've been getting snow flurries this past week....not enough to make a layer that lasts more than a day, but snow nonetheless).

5. For the opportunity to write on this blog and share my thoughts and feelings with y'all.

6. To be able to have hopes and dreams that can be potentially fulfilled in a country like America.

7. For friendship in a world where many walk alone.

8. For warmth of heart and body in a world of sorrow and coldness.

9. (Almost done.) For TURKEY!!!!!!!!! (Sorry folks, had to throw that in...it is turkey many of us are eating ; ] )

10. And finally that, despite the hurt and sin that is in this world, we'll always have Jesus. And that is enough for anything life can throw at us.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Soli Deo Gloria!

8 Things To Be Thankful For

1. That we live in a wonderful country, where we are allowed to worship God freely.

2. That we live in a place where we can speak up for what's right, put down what's wrong, and vote people into office who will represent us (hopefully, in a fair way).

3. That we live in the USA! Come on, y'all! Say it WITH ME! U-S-A! U-S-A!

4. That we are free to have life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

5. That we have the freedom to publish what we want to say (like what I'm writing like now). Within reason, of course.

6. For the freedom to learn more through higher education about the world we live in, and about our God.

7. That we can work hard and earn wages of our own accord, as well give money to those less fortunate of our own accord.

8. That we are able to spread the Gospel with no hindrance, so that Christ's glory will be revealed.

Amen

Soli Deo Gloria

Guess Who Came To Dinner....Er....Breakfast? Part 2

This morning, my dad looked out the window again.

Dicey was out there, strolling about and waiting for breakfast, which wasn't there, thanks to Mr. Possum.


Somebody, however, was in her shelter.......


It wasn't the possum.


It was another cat.



That's right, Dad opened the door, and out of the cat shelter, looking straight at him, was a brown cat with black stripes and a white muzzle.


It was Marley.


Marley is the other cat that belongs to Dicey's owners. He's her "brother" in a sense. And now, he came out of the cat house and strolled about, as if to say, "I heard you guys served food here. Where's my continental breakfast?"

Apparently, Dicey, being the southern hostess, must have told him about the nice humans who fed her, and invited her brother to come spend the night at the kitty condo. They must have been snuggling together to keep warm.

Aww.

Marley had always been a skittish kitty around us....he's more shy and reserved than his sister. But amazingly, he was hanging around, all calm and relaxed.

Looks like we're gonna be running a kitty hotel, with two cats indoors and two cats outdoors.



Oh, boy.




Soli Deo Gloria