It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
The above play from Shakespeare came to mind this morning as I went into the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee. This is what the majority of people miss by sleeping in the morning, for there is a virtual kaleidoscope of color as each new play scene is created every morning. The stage is set by the weather and clouds and the scenes change, just as the scenes in a play change from minute to minute…constantly holding your attention to detail. I first heard the geese squawking loudly as they came in to visit Gladys…just at the first hint of daybreak. They landed at the far end of the lake and walked across the ice cover as if it were a sidewalk to the grassed banks. I couldn’t resist snapping some pictures to share with you all and drop several scoops of whole corn over the fence for them to feast upon. After all, they have very slim picking right now, except for a bit of lush green grasses near spring seeps, where the frost hasn’t yet overcome the 55° temperatures maintained by the seepage. Soon those seeps will succumb to the freezing temperatures and the greens will be snuffed and sent into suspended animation until next spring again. So…the corn was well received by the dozens of feathered visitors out there. Funny, but Gladys seems to be removed from the clan after being left here alone so much. Not by the clan… but by her, toward the clan flock. They come, but she doesn’t necessarily mingle with them, often standing off by herself…as if disgusted or pissed that she is no longer able to be a real part of the flock. After all, they come…and they go…and Gladys always stays. Doodles is a loner too, even he and Gladys don’t mingle, although they both reside here together…permanently.
Enjoy the pictures below, for by seeing them, you were, in effect, here with me at 5:45 this morning.
|Gladys...off by herself in the little duck pond...|
We’ll open the hospice gift shop today from 10:00 to 4:00 to sell Christmas gifts. We had one customer yesterday, but we appreciate anyone that stops to shop. People are beginning to come here to buy gifts for any occasion throughout the year. Word is spreading and sales are increasing. I knew it would be a slow start, because no one has ever done this kind of thing for hospice before, but I also knew that in time, the word would spread and things would pick up. With God’s loving intervention…I have faith that he will guide us on a road to greatness for the hospice program, allowing Nature’s Friend’s of Hospice, Inc. to flourish and generate thousands of dollars for the seven county program here in Upstate New York. Please help us…if you are in the area, come and visit and buy a gift that gives twice. If you are too far away, you can simply go to http://www.naturesfriendsofhospice.com/
and click on the "Donate" tab at the top of the page. You will directed to the donations page where you can click on the PayPal “Donate” button, where you can use a credit card to donate directly to the hospice fund. We are a state and federally recognized 501(c)(3) not-for-profit organization, authorized to generate and collect funds for the Community Hospice program. PLEASE HELP US HELP THEM BY DONATING TODAY!
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