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Daisy and the Grandsons

When our grandsons stayed overnight, we’d pull out the sleeper bed and they’d have warmth and quiet privacy. But Daisy knew that morning meant they’d soon be waking up. Here she’s next to Nicholas, looking for signs of life. Almost like kids on Christmas morning wanting their parents to get moving. Daisy wasn’t overbearing, but she merely let the grandsons know that when they were ready to pet her, she’d be available.

 

Dangers to Human Virtue

Thoughts from Mahatma Gandhi; Dangers to Human Virtue

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Wealth without work

Pleasure without conscience

Knowledge without character

Business without ethics

Science without humanity

Religion without sacrifice

Politics without principle

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Mothers Know Us

 

“No one worries about you like your mother, and when she is gone, the world seems unsafe, things that happen unwieldy. You cannot turn to her anymore, and it changes your life forever. There is no one on earth who knew you from the day you were born; who knew why you cried, or when you’d had enough food; who knew exactly what to say when you were hurting; and who encouraged you to grow a good heart. When that layer goes, whatever is left of your childhood goes with her.”

―Adriana Trigiani, Big Stone Gap

I Opened a Book

“I opened a book and in I strode.
Now nobody can find me.
I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
My town and my world behind me.
I’m wearing the cloak, I’ve slipped on the ring,
I’ve swallowed the magic potion.
I’ve fought with a dragon, dined with a king
And dived in a bottomless ocean.
I opened a book and made some friends.
I shared their tears and laughter
And followed their road with its bumps and bends
To the happily ever after.
I finished my book and out I came.
The cloak can no longer hide me.
My chair and my house are just the same
But I have a book inside me”
Julia Donaldson

Smiling and Doing for Others

Another part of the question little angel Amy posted is, “Did you make other people smile today?”

Something else to think about, from the song “Forever Young”: ‘Always do for others and let others do for you.’  Accept or even seek out help when the need arises.

 

Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy

He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He’s in the army now, a-blowin’ reveille
He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam
It really brought him down, because he couldn’t jam
The Captain seemed to understand
Because the next day the Cap’ went out and drafted a band
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille
He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
A-toot a-toot, a-toot diddle-ee-ada-toot
He blows it eight to the bar – in boogie rhythm
He can’t blow a note unless the bass and guitar
Is playin’ with ‘im
He makes the company jump when he plays reveille
He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
He was the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle
He’s as busy as a bzz bee
And when he plays he makes the company jump eight to the bar
He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
Toot toot toot, toot diddle-ee-ada-toot-diddle-ee-ada, toot toot
He blows it eight to the bar
He can’t blow a note
If the bass and guitar isn’t with ‘im
A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night
And wakes them up the same way in the early bright
They clap their hands and stamp their feet
Because they know how he plays
When someone gives him a beat
He really breaks it up when he plays reveille
He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

Stress-free Daisy

Now that the weather has improved, during the day we can open the front door and let Daisy have a little fresh air and also let her scout the neighborhood for any suspicious activity. Daisy made the transition from farm and farm land to the village pretty well, and here there are more people to gape at and listen to.Chipmunks are her sworn enemy, and an occasional squirrel gets her hair standing upright. At times she takes off into our back yard, the swampland, and comes back with blackened feet. No problem in winter but now it can be.

We bought her from a Mennonite farmer north of Withee, WI, about 8 years ago, and we got ourselves an alert and ultra-curious canine.

To My Forgiving Mother

I was your rebellious child,
do you remember? Sometimes
I wonder if you do remember,
so complete has your forgiveness been.

So complete has your forgiveness been
I wonder sometimes if it did not
precede my wrong, and I erred,
safe found, within your love,

prepared ahead of me, the way home,
or my bed at night, so that almost
I should forgive you, who perhaps
foresaw the worst that I might do,

and forgave before I could act,
causing me to smile now, looking back,
to see how paltry was my worst,
compared to your forgiveness of it

already given. And this, then,
is the vision of that Heaven of which
we have heard, where those who love
each other have forgiven each other,

where, for that, the leaves are green,
the light a music in the air,
and all is unentangled,
and all is undismayed.

By Wendell Berry

Compassion

We are constituted so that simple acts of kindness, such as giving to charity or expressing gratitude, have a positive effect on our long-term moods. The key to the happy life, it seems, is the good life: a life with sustained relationships, challenging work, and connections to community.

Paul Bloom

 

Put a Candle in the Window

 

Put a candle in the window
‘Cause I feel I’ve gotta move.
Though I’m goin’, goin’
I’ll be comin’ home soon
Long as I can see the light.

Pack my bag and let’s get moving
‘Cause I’m bound to drift awhile.
Though I’m gone, gone
You don’t have to worry
Long as I can see the light.

Guess I’ve got that old travelin’ bone
‘Cause this feeling won’t leave alone.
But I won’t, won’t
Be losin’ my way
Long as I can see the light.

The actual name of this song is “Long As I Can See the Light” by Creedence Clearwater Revival. A great rendition is a version sung by Joe Cocker, putting a lot of feeling into the words.

Journey by Book

There Is No Frigate Like a Book

There is no frigate like a book

To take us lands away,

Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of toll;

How frugal is the chariot

That bears a human soul!

—-Emily Dickenson


It is fitting that Emily Dickinson wrote about journeying by book. She spent most of the time in her room, a recluse and only in touch with a special few. Here’s information I found, with an option to read more.

Emily Dickinson grew up in a prominent and prosperous household in Amherst, Massachusetts. Along with her younger sister Lavinia and older brother Austin, she experienced a quiet and reserved family life headed by her father Edward Dickinson.

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Beauty in the Park

Mother and Daughter, an earlier time.

Gloomy Monday, threat of rain.
Hiking trail by the river,
Mother and daughter, walking?
More like strolling.

Mother stooped

Daughter tall and patient.

(This gaper taking it in from the parking lot)

Both dressed in red, the same team.
Down 75 careful yards, and a wide 180 turn,
Back, the same time and distance,
Returning to the car.
Mother seated, walker stowed away.
Love like you’ve never seen it.
Reminds me of my Mom,
In her case seldom saying the word “love”
But making sure she showed it whenever she could.
Mother and daughter on this gloomy day
Showing love and affection,
Subtly.


(This writing was penned by a modern caveman trying to capture emotions.)

Poem of Appreciation

“My Heart Leaps Up” by William Wordsworth.

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

Public domain

Magnificent Hotel–St. Croix Falls

This post from Facebook tells of this great building in St. Croix Falls, Polk County Wisconsin. Being as curious as you are, I’m wondering what exactly was on the 4th floor. (my ideas; below the comments that came with the FB post)

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I am often in awe of the buildings that stood in our county in the 1800s. The St. Croix House or Fisk Hotel/House is no exception. Here it is in the late 1800s. It stood on Adams Street between Kentucky and State in St. Croix Falls. Three floors played host to those in the lumber industry, those coming to the land office in St. Croix, and to those just looking to have fun.

Port Edwards a Monarch Village

Note from resident Kathy McGrath who has put so much time and effort into working with monarchs and teaching others about this amazing butterfly.

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I am thrilled that the first of our 2 signs are up announcing to everyone that Port Edwards is a “Monarch Village”. We are actually the first village in the United States to get this designation. There is one “Monarch City” which is located in Cole Camp, Missouri. This idea is just catching on so hopefully there will be more municipalities jumping on board! I have formed a “Friends of the Monarch” group. If you are interested in joining, just let me know. Thanks to SO many people in the community that have been supportive of this dream of mine!

Kathy McGrath email

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