Sweetness

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.
--The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, by Edward Fitzgerald.


Thanks to Joe Tree for this community and for his hopes for the future. I mean to carry on blipping--not forever, but for as long as I can. We've been warned. Life is impermanent, we are not in control, and the only thing we can do is be kind to each other till it comes to an end. 

It was Bella day, but she wasn't in the mood for pictures, so I had to sneak a few shots when she wasn't looking. She was sporting one of her daddy's cut-off T-shirt sleeves as a headband, and she wore a Hello Kitty shirt with a multi-layered tutu, a blue rose at the waist and some blue petals scattered about in layers of tulle. Beneath the tutu she wore tights and purple rain boots. (Here, if you'd like to see.) We cooked spaghetti, went for walk in the rain, stomped in some mud puddles, and came back to my place where we camped in the bedroom under a blanket with a bag of grapes and a purple unicorn. 

What better use could anyone make of rainy Wednesday afternoon?