Still is.
But yesterday, as I was out walking around the Little Lakes, I saw the most magnificent German shepherd. She loped across the grass like a panther, or a cheetah -- a huge, glossy, shaggy dog of utter gracefulness and elegance.
I think that I might like a little house, with a German shepherd and two cats in the yard.
I know that ease is gone. But a small house and shaggy friends do not seem like so much to ask for.
But yesterday, as I was out walking around the Little Lakes, I saw the most magnificent German shepherd. She loped across the grass like a panther, or a cheetah -- a huge, glossy, shaggy dog of utter gracefulness and elegance.
I think that I might like a little house, with a German shepherd and two cats in the yard.
I know that ease is gone. But a small house and shaggy friends do not seem like so much to ask for.
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Indeed, they do not.
Not too much at all. Make it so.
I know that craving to live in a little cottage with two cats in the yard and having to return to slogging onward.
I know Gerard M. Hopkins is a favorite of yours, too:
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
world broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Wishing you more unexpected glimpses of a bright wing.
*debbi*
That little house sounds like a good place to me, GG.
"Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
world broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings."
Beautiful. Wow, I've never read Gerard M. Hopkins before but I will now. Thank you for that, Debbi.
Mich
Humming, "Our House" by CSN&Y!
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