Eye in the Sky: Spring

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Spring

Early Spring

gorgeous weather

so for the rest of the season i will look like this

and smell like this

that my Friends is why i like

Winter

9 comments:

My name WAS Female, I shit you not! said...: Stole me a few of them. ;0)
I get...your POINT! ;0)
(((hugs)))Pat; May 22, 2012
mxtodis123 said...: I love those spring blossoms. Great shot of the tree.
Mary; May 22, 2012
Irene said...: I can see your point. That would be a problem. Have you contacted the Avon lady yet?; May 22, 2012
Anonymous said...: off definitely does work!! a minor inconvenience for the joys of summer...
I am your newest follower..pls follow back if you can.
beautiful blossoms!; May 23, 2012
Debra She Who Seeks said...: Skeeters! Gotta love 'em!; May 23, 2012
The Dancing Crone said...: Too funny! You forgot the tics though. I've already picked 2 out of my hair this year. They get my vote in the 'Reasons To Love Winter" contest.; May 28, 2012
Hilary said...: I'd rather the bug bites than frost bite but I hear you. :); May 28, 2012
Jim said...: I can REALLY see your point! This spring though has been relatively bug-free here!? I'm not asking any questions....just in case! But we know they WILL be here sometime.....
Winter is so refreshing I agree.; May 30, 2012
Maggie May said...: What with you dodging the wasps and me dodging the sun...... we make a bright pair!
Maggie X

Nuts in May; May 31, 2012

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

Thou shalt not follow a multitude to do evil; neither shalt thou speak in a cause to decline after many to wrest judgment: ~Exodus 23:2

There but for the grace of God, go I

“Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water is to burning metal; it strengthens, tempers, intensifies, but never destroys it.”

― Eliza Tabor Stephenson

OH gravity, thou art a heartless bitch ~ Sheldon Cooper

“Calvin: Do you believe in the devil? You know, a supreme evil being dedicated to the temptation, corruption, and destruction of man? Hobbes: I'm not sure that man needs the help”

I'm polymerized tree sap and you're an inorganic adhesive, so whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected off of me, returns to its original trajectory and adheres to you~Sheldon Cooper

"My existence is a continuum, so I've been what I am at each point in the implied time period."

Sheldon Cooper

"You go with the knowledge you have. And you cannot castigate yourself for not knowing more than you do"

Vivian Rakoff

"Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."

Friedrich Nietzsche

"The test of courage comes when we are in the minority. The test of tolerance comes when we are in the majority."

Ralph W. Sockman

Character is What You Do When No One is Watching

One should examine oneself for a very long time before thinking of condemning others. ~Moliere

Et küt wie et küt

"I hope the exit is joyful--I hope not to return".--Frida Kahlo

About this blog

I believe in the cave paintings at Lascaux,

the beauty of the clavicle,

the journey of the salmon.

I believe in all the gods -

I just don't like some of them.

I believe the war is always against the imagination,

is recurring, repetitive, and relentless.

I believe in fairies, elves, angels and bodisatvas.

Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy,

I believe Raven invented the Earth

and so did Coyote. In archeology

lie the clues. The threshold is numinous

and the way in is the way out.

I believe in the alphabets, all of them

and the stories seeping from between their letters.

I believe in dance as prayer, that the heart

beat invented rhythm and chant --

or is it the other way around?

I believe in the wisdom of the body.

I believe that art saves lives

and love makes it worth living them.

And that could be the other way around, too.

- Judith Roche