Nothing

Nor I, nor any man that but man is,
With nothing shall be pleased till he be eased
With being nothing.

-- "Richard II" by William Shakespeare

Too often it feels as though there is not anything that is truly worth the candle.

Chilly April Morning

It is so chilly this morning that I have switched the ceiling fan in the big room back to winter-mode, though I am still resisting the urge to get my sweat-jacket. Not bad for the end of April. I suppose this should not be seen as being particularly out of the ordinary, but one has come to fear summer setting in as early as April, thanks to climate change and global warming - not this year, though!

Born Free

I come back in the house, and Sammy resumes his crying wail. "Do you want to go outside? Hmm, I don't know ... have you kitties been good? Let's see..." I just finished mowing. Of course I let them go. They have been kept indoors for ... a long time ... over a week? I don't think it was two weeks, but it feels like it might have been that long, or longer. They are free now. I just hope they remember to keep safe despite all their wild enthusiasm. I am afraid they might be too reckless. They are such small, vulnerable things despite all their claws and that attitude.