Day-Time Moon

In the morning
When the sun
Is shining down
On every one,
It's very strange
To see the moon,
Large and like
A pale balloon,
Drifting over
Roof and tree
Without one star
For company...


-Dorothy Aldis


I made Katie learn this on the way to school.
I can not see a daytime moon without reciting this darling poem and for the life of me ( and my lenses) I can not take a picture of it.

So the beauty will be in my imagination and these words.



From our friend John.



January
by John Updike

The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor,
And parkas pile up
Near the door.
The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees' black lace.
The sky is low.
The wind is gray.
The radiator
Purrs all day




Why do I want to say Amen after reading that?


***

Many of you saw this picture on Facebook yesterday.
But my brothers-in-law, I'm afraid missed it....
and they happen to be keeping count....

In which Ginny learns to fly.




Mary says, 'Of course she can fly, she's magical Ginny Potter.'


Joy in the simple things.


Encourage one another,
Donna