it’s raining

sharing the view through my windshield,  i love the rain…

i love the rain. i want the feeling of it on my face. ~ katherine mansfield

i’m singing in the rain, just singing in the rain; what a wonderful feeling, i’m happy again ~ a freed

watery wednesday

small bird at feeder

small birds throw seeds out of the feeder; large birds pick them up off the ground, but the squirrels try to muscle in. ~ lilian jackson braun, the cat who sang for the birds

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black bird

(just a little playing with a photo)

only nature has a right to grieve perpetually, for she only is innocent. soon the ice will melt, and the blackbirds sing along the river which he frequented, as pleasantly as ever. the same everlasting serenity will appear in this face of God, and we will not be sorrowful, if he is not.  ~ henry david thoreau

mr carter

if animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.  ~ mark twain

sharing with sweet shot tuesday

anyone need a towel?

a towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. partly it has great practical value ~ you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of jaglan beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble‐sanded beaches of santraginus v, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river moth; wet it for use in hand‐to‐hand‐combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the ravenous bugblatter beast of traal (a mindbogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you — daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough. ~ douglas adams, hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy

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