My heart is broken forever,
a piece has gone missing,
No matter how hard I keep wishing.
The little angle had to go
He left this life
And heaven did go.
Oh how she cries
The tears they fall.
On your day of birth
She remembers it all.
And then again a waterfall
Her eyes they shed
The pain she tolls.
For it’s the day you left
This world she knows.
Your heart she has
And keeps it close
Her little angel
She misses so.
Need green right about now.
True , there are parts of our country that seem in deep hibernation but Oregon just doesn’t have the extreme climate to silence all life. As a matter of fact there’s more green outside than ever as I look out into my back yard, the 11th hole of a golf course. At my beloved Oregon Zoo there green buses and trees everywhere. It just doesn;t get cold enough, for long enough, to do in our hearty plants. That’s just one of the reasons I retired here. You can keep Florida or California or Hawaii, I’ll take Oregon. 🙂
Yes it was a good day to be out.
Last weekend I took advantage of the unseasonably warm weather to have a walk around Como Lake in St. Paul.
One of the ways you can determine the temperature in wintry Minnesota — apart from timing how long it takes your extremities to freeze solid — is to listen to the snow. Really!
When it’s truly frigid (say, 5 degrees Fahrenheit [-17 C] or below) the air can’t hold much moisture, so the snow underfoot becomes brittle and crunchy. But when it’s slightly above the freezing mark, as it was last weekend, the snow sounds pleasantly squishy. Like this:
I usually bring my full photographic regalia on these walks, because Como Lake attracts lots of wildlife. I’ve seen eagles here — and loons, ducks, fox, and even the odd trumpeter swan.
But aside from a solitary crow …
… last weekend the landscape felt barren.
I was a bit…
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