You gave us wonder and splendor. You gave us the return of Bill and Ted (see above). You gave us the feast day of St. Augustine, and the annual pondering as to whether or not his friends called him “Gus.” You gave us an uncommonly high volume of marmalade cats.
When I first met Samantha, it was because another volunteer asked me to. The poor kitty was frightened, cowering in an open crate, and new to the community room. She needed friends, and it wasn’t difficult to convince her that scratches and cooing are nice.
Oh August, sweet little August, you are young yet, and tender. Yet as you grow, we have a request for you. On behalf of every individual of every species on every continent, subcontinent and islet: please be kind.
Why do we size each other up so we can nibble each other down to size? Must we dress each other down rather than dress each other up in our love?
…and days…and days. Every day brings something a little bit new with it, and lot more same old, same old, same old.
Gratitude: being more aware, and therefore more thankful, of what you have than what you lack.
This, my dears, was no ordinary February. This was the big one.
Whereas: January has ended. Whereas: February is a mini-month, even when it leaps. Resolved: Winter is on the run.