Clue #2 from Christina G. Rossetti

 Does the road wind uphill all the way?

 Yes, to the very end.

 Will the day's journey take

 the whole long day?

From morn to night, my friend.

Clue #1 from Sylvia Plath

 The sheep know where they are,

 Browsing in their dirty wool-clouds,

Grey as the weather . . .

Do You Know?

Can you guess where we've been?

Tears, Idle Tears

Tears, idle tears

I know just what they mean,

 Tears from the depths of some divine despair

 Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,

 In looking on the fallen trees,

 And thinking of the days

 that are no more.

A parody of Alfred Lord Tennyson

Five weeks following the wrecking wind, the Fairgrounds pay the painful price.

Wait for It

 Why must I be the first to fall

 Of all the leaves on this old tree?

 Though sadly soon I know that all

 Will lose their hold and follow me.

 While my birth-brothers bravely blow,

 Why should I be the first to go?

Fallen Leaves by Robert Service

Ahhh, Love

 Love . . .

 Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,

 Hast thou more of pain or pleasure?

 Endless torments dwell about thee;

Yet who would live, and live without thee?

                                                                                                                Joseph Addison

The results of a road trip to The Needle Emporium,

 Ancaster, Ontario.

Sigh

Another Characteristic

Unfortunately, last Friday Bunny displayed another characteristic of a 5 year old. Somehow, somewhere she was exercising her sense of physical power and sprained her knee. Ever the stoic, she didn't tell anyone.

She limped quite noticeably, but could walk it out.

 However, following a quiet time she'd get up only to limp again.

She took to standing on the tip toes of her right leg 

so I wouldn't become overly frantic.

She never went off her food . . . 

 and continued to eat with gusto knowing that would keep me calm.

But, she preferred to lie on her 'good' leg,

to protect the hurt knee from added pressure.

Here's hoping 5 ( hey, 5! ) days of meds does the trick.

She can still have her walks, but no ball chasing for awhile.

Oh, Bunny . . .