Say what?
Ah, at last! One moment longer of daylight today! Papa is a NEW MAN! As the days dwindle down and get darker, papa gets a bit glummer, whatever that is, and then, bammo, suddenly there is a teensy bit more light and getting lighter each day from now on and papa starts doing a jig all over the place!
Well, sort of a jig. Let’s just say his mood takes a BIG leap into joy and smiles.
Our solstice moon is spectacular over the breathtaking ruins of this eternal city.
So, a warm welcome to the longer days we’ll have now, heading toward SUMMER!
Hey, one can dream, right?
We’re glad your dad is feeling better ! Purrs
Merci. He is doing a jig every morn…
ooooh, YIPPEE! I’m tired of this cold, dark weather TOO! I thought there seemed to be a lot more darkness these days. And cold. Did I mention that? Well, we want our Papas to be in good moods for sure since they’re so generous with cuddles and treats. Not like Mama who is always saying I need to go on a diet. What more do they want – I am already on low-cal kibbles and my treats are raw carrot and cucumber. Do you get that kid of horrid treatment?
Raw carrot and cukes? What are they THINKING? I thought diet food was T-bones and tomatoes! I think our mamas read the wrong diet books, haha. Or even cottage cheese and chicken breasts!
We’re glad your papa is feelin’ better LouLou. It just gets darker and darker here. But, that’s winter. Have a dance with your daddy and enjoy his new mood. Big hugs
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
Well, we listened to all your songs and LOVED them. Che voce! What a voice.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaw Fank you LouLou. Big hugs
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
Your voice is our Christmas music.
Yeah, these short days are depressing! Too much darkness.
Well, we huddle together for warmth, haha. I could use Marcus.
“I heard a bird sing
In the midst of December.
An innocent song
And so sweet to remember:
“We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September !”
-Oliver Hereford
Your Mama’s version makes more sense,but I too heard it as “riding on…” Considering that it was probably originated by a fifth-grade boy…
Wait a minute. What is mama’s version? I love that poem, thank you.
The “We 3 Kings” parody about the rubber cigar, not the poem I just sent. Safe travels !
Ah, you know that mama helps me write my blogs and she loses track sometimes, whatever that means. Got it.