The Mule
For soulful eyes and tuneful bray—
for strength to go and sense to stay—
for more work done per ounce of hay—
for this we thank the mule.
For shouldering a heavy load
or brightening the weary road—
for friendship and affection sh…
Puddle Run
My trio of daughters, in the fashion of little girls the world over, have sharpened to a honed edge their wild, fabulous, powerful and amazing imaginations. They could live for hours in worlds of their own creation, and sometimes they do. …
An Afterthought
Because I, Fenway Bartholomule, linked to an Amazon product in my last post more for the quality of the image than for the potential for advertising revenue, I have come back with these pictures—as images, not as ads—for the sheer enjoymen…
I'm not the only wet mule
http://fuglyblog.com/?p=1895
It turns out I am not the only wet mule in the world. There have been many wettening incidents across the country and I learned today that the humans have been aware of terrible flooding for some time now. I th…
Power Outage
Today's regularly scheduled full-length blog post was to have been deferred until tomorrow due to a power-outage and dwindling battery power. I will type what I can, though, before enjoying an otherwise technology-free day. Another thi…
A little confession, but first let's put this in perspective.
Something on the order of 70 sextillion (7 x 10^ 22 ) stars populate our observable universe, more perhaps than there are grains of sand on the Earth. Think, for a moment, of our importance in the grand scheme of things: Earth wheels in spac…
What We Have Here Today
Today we have this: rain. A cold rain. I am wearing my blanket, despite it having been washed and dried and put up for the season a full two weeks ago. I'm sure it would have something to say about being reactivated if it were talking …
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