Day Seventy Nine 2012

'This world is not my home. I'm just a-passing through.' 

~hymn

Day Seventy Eight 2012

Sweet Peeps! Daughter Kelly and Grandson Knox sharing some giggle time on the back porch this beautiful Sunday afternoon.

Day Seventy Seven 2012

Daughter Kelly brought her son Knox to visit his great-granny, who is in the hospital for some tests. This is the first time she's seen him since Christmas. They seemed to enjoy their brief visit. Knox eventually fell asleep. His great-granny was asleep, too, when we left.

Day Seventy Six 2012

.....three days ago

....and today. The best part of spring (and it isn't even officially spring yet!) is when our cherry trees bloom.

"Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough."
- A. E. Houseman, Shropshire Lad

Day Seventy Five 2012

Because of the assassination and the soothsayer's exchange with Julius Caesar about the dangers he faced in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar tragedy, the Ides of March now signifies a fateful day. Here is the relevant passage:

Caesar:  Who is it in the press that calls on me? 
I hear a tongue shriller than all the music 
Cry "Caesar!" Speak, Caesar is turn'd to hear.

Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March. 

Caesar: What man is that?

Brutus: A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.

Julius Caesar Act 1, scene 2, 15-19

 What a day! Maybe even a fateful day. Don't even get me started.....