How do you spell ‘love’?”
“You don’t spell it…you feel it.”
“Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.”
For me, it’s driving over the Sagamore Bridge in an unusual heavy snow storm to reach Chatham a drive of over 90 miles, before a special store closes . The owner, a pleasant women, was getting ready to secure the doors over an hour early due to weather, when I explained what I was here for. She smiled and whispered with a friendly grin, “come in”. You must have someone special at home to drive in this weather under these circumstances and for so many miles. I didn’t have to answer, she saw my reply in my eyes. As she packaged my treasure, she wished me a safe trip back. I said Happy Holidays, and she replied back the same. As I was walking out the door, she explained how she was suppose to close earlier in the day but lost track of time. I was glad she didn’t.
December 25th. “A hug is always the right size.”
I get it. Your dog is well-trained. Why use a leash. Ever notice there is always one ignorant clueless dog owner on posted property with the dog unleashed. Yeah, you. You know who you are.
Gathering a few last rays before hibernating. Reliant on warmth from its surroundings, the painted turtle is active only during the day when it basks for hours on logs or rocks. During winter, the turtle hibernates, usually in the mud at the bottom of water bodies.
Did You Know?
Is the mantis “praying” or “preying”?
Wolf Spider? The basement is a scary thing.
“Will you walk into my parlour?” said a spider to a fly;
” ‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to shew when you are there.”
“Oh no, no!” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”
8×10 photo album.
Hmm…leg missing in action