Sick day.

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SICK  – Shel Silverstein

“I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more – that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue –
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke –
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my spine is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is –
what? What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is … Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”
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Arctic Fox

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There is another sky
by Emily Dickinson
There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

Her name is Josie …

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Vervet monkey

FACT FILE:
Swahili Name: Tumbili
Scientific Name: Cercopithecus aethiops
Size: 18 to 26 inches
Weight: 7 to 17 pounds
Lifespan: 24 years in captivity
Habitat: Woodland, savanna and high bush
Diet: Omnivorous
Gestation: 1/2 months
Predators: Leopard, eagle

We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special.  – Stephen Hawking

They have returned.

doves

 

This lovely pair has returned to nest in the gutter outside my oldest son’s window. We will be able to watch them and their new brood again this year. I love it.

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The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.  – Maya Angelou