Beware then, my friends, of suffering the heart to be moved by every trivial incident: the reed is shaken by a breeze, and annually dies, but the oak stands firm, and for ages braves the storm.
Believe in yourself. You are an ancient, absent god, discussed only rarely by literary scholars. So if you don’t believe, no one will.
moon over the poppy field
I sent my dog outside for standing on the dining room table. This was his response.
no i’m not crying what are you talking about
Ah, how I wish more people understood this.
I wish I could find a picture of me and blue from when we were young.
One of my moss roses with some kind of grasshopper on it.
oooh, never seen a rose like this, so nice! and i haven’t seen a grasshopper in a decade or two almost forgot what they looked like :)
that is not really a rose…its that eatable succulent called portulaca…very pretty and hardy!
Portulaca! Thank you - I couldn’t remember their other name. We’ve always called them moss roses.
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A skunk was in the backyard tonight! I had to stand outside with the dogs to make sure Katie didn’t go hunting for it.
What do you think about these colors? I used Craft Smart yarn in “Sangria” and the size 11 knitting needle.
The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money.
Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.
But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.
This was the Captain Samuel Vimes ‘Boots’ theory of socioeconomic unfairness.
Global temperature averages over the years, converted to notes on the cello. It’s one of the more haunting songs you’ve ever heard, for many reasons.
Looks like we’re gonna need to switch to a viola pretty soon.
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