Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
They're so fat that I'm not sure I can call them "cute." They fluff this time of year, keeping every btu they can muster thick inside that blanket they wear. Even though they stay barefooted all through the winter, they never seem to complain.
To us, they aren't a plague or a curse; they aren't the enemy they are to bird watchers who try, often vainly, to keep them the heck away their precious feeders. And they're acrobats--that's for sure. They pull stunts no human being would think of.
Nonetheless, their bulk makes the squirrels outside our windows seem more like circus clowns than those buff high-wire acts. Fat as little pigs, they fear nothing and will climb aboard the thinnest branch if they have a notion to satisfy their ravenous appetites for the wilted crabs left on our trees.
Sometimes they'll be out there for an hour, pigging out. They high-wire and dive and hang upside down, risking life and limb, it seems, to gorge themselves. They're ferocious little furry fat guys whose sheer grace is downright shocking.
This morning I'm thankful for the winter carnival they put on just about every afternoon outside our window.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
They're miniature rainbows, sort of. That's what I tried to tell my granddaughter yesterday, when the two of us went Christmas shopping. She wasn't impressed when I stopped at the cemetery and took this shot from an open car window. She hadn't gone out in the horror to hear her grandpa talk about the beauty of sun dogs.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
You may ask yourselves the question, "Why did the Lord give us the child so short a time, only to leave us in grief"? We answer, "God wants children as well as adults before His large white throne, and if you look at it like that, you would not dare to demand your child back to this sinful earth, and not to giving your child to praise and adore God better there than he would ever be able to do in this world. God sent out his angel to reap the sheaf that was ready, though you did not know it and God plucked him away so suddenly and unexpectedly as a flower that bloomed in the field.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;. . .