Coneheads

"France is France and a grand place for Frenchmen." ~Harry Truman

Rolling on the River

Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.

If you come down to the river,

Bet you gonna find some people who live.

You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money,

People on the river are happy to give.

Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.

Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.

Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.

Written by John Fogerty

Miss you today Dad!

Purple Reign

"All the other colors are just colors, but purple seems to have a soul. Purple is not just a noun and an adjective but also a verb - when you look at it, it's looking back at you." ~Uniek Swain

"Art is Man's nature. Nature is god's art." ~James Bailey

Purple rain, purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

I only want to see you

Only want to see you in the purple rain - Prince

Feeling Lucky

"You will always be lucky if you know how to make friends with strange cats." ~Proverb

"The way to keep a cat is to try to chase it away." ~E.W. Howe

Star of Wonder

When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other. ~Chinese Proverb

Mellow Yellow

I'm just mad about Saffron

Saffron's mad about me

I'm just mad about Saffron

She's just mad about me

They call me mellow yellow(Quite rightly)

They call me mellow yellow(Quite rightly)

They call me mellow yellow

Donovan

In My Mother's Garden

"You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them." ~Desmond Tutu

"Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one." ~Jane Howard

"To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die."~Thomas Campbell, "Hallowed Ground"

Honeysuckle

To Earthward by Robert Frost

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things
The flow of--was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt

That is not dashed with pain

And weariness and fault;

I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark

Of almost too much love,

The sweet of bitter bark

And burning clove.

When stiff and sore and scarred

I take away my hand

From leaning on it hard

In grass and sand,

The hurt is not enough.

I long for weight and strength

To feel the earth as rough

To all my length.

Before and After

"Plants give us oxygen for the lungs and for the soul." ~Linda Solegato

Mum's the Word

"Seal up your lips, and give no words but- mum." - Shakespeare, 2 Henry VI., i. 2.

Stopping For Lunch

"A squirrel is just a rat with a cuter outfit!" - Sarah Jessica Parker

The First of May

On May Morning - John Milton

Now the bright morning Star,

Day's harbinger,

Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her

The Flowery May, who from her green lap throws

The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.

Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire, Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing,

Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song,

And welcome thee, and wish thee

long.