White

Herself speaks.

Elderly three-toothed dog peers out from his fluffy blanket, keeping a tight eye on me when I exercise. Each day, his face grows a bit whiter, and he seems a little more hard of hearing. Sometimes he cannot find me and wanders the house looking for me. I call for him, but he cannot always ascertain where the sound of my voice originates, and so I must put myself into his line of vision. He perks up right away and trots over to me. Mission accomplished. Mom is found. 

It's a little heartbreaking, this tiny canine devotion. Bless his furry little face. 

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The Birds

Why are there so many birds on this southwestern college campus? Perched on roofs, in the trees, on the telephone wires; swooping and diving. It's vaguely alarming. Or perhaps, it is ordinary, and I am simply unused to such a volume of avian creatures. Fascinating. 

Fake Plants

Reminiscent of "Horton Hears A Who" -- at the local hobby store. 

At Rest

Herself speaks.

Beloved Husband did the kindness of laying Rocky the hamster to rest in the verdant garden behind my in-laws' house. (The garden is the final resting place for all wee critters who have gone to meet their Maker.) The burial was nicely done, and I am sure that Rocky is at peace.

Farewell, my tiny fur friend. 

Punny

This will be forever amusing.

Thank you, UnKNOWN PUNster. 

https://www.facebook.com/UnknownPuNster/

Hope

There is always Hope.

“Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters

Picture copyright 2017, 2018, Mediocria Firma. Used with gratitude.

Bird of Faith

Out of my deeper heart a bird rose and flew skywards.
Higher and higher did it rise, yet larger and larger did it grow.
At first it was but like a swallow, then a lark, then an eagle, then as a vast spring cloud, and then it filled the starry heavens.
Out of my heart a bird flew skywards. And it waxed larger as it grew. Yet it left not my heart.

O my faith, my untamed knowledge, how shall I fly to your height and see with you man's larger self pencilled upon the sky?
How shall I turn this sea within me into mist, and move with you in space immeasurable?
How can a prisoner within the temple behold its golden domes?
How shall the heart of a fruit be stretched to envelop the fruit also?
O my faith, I am in chains behind these bars of silver and ebony, and I cannot fly with you.
Yet out of my heart you rise skyward, and it is my heart that holds you, and I shall be content.

-- Kahlil Gibran

Picture copyright 2017, 2018, Mediocria Firma. Used with gratitude.