Because everyone was wondering...

Here comes the sun (du dn du du)

Here comes the sun

And I say 

It's alright

Little darling 

It's been a long cold lonely winter

Little darling

It seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun 

And I say 

It's alright

Little darling 

The smiles returning to the faces

Little darling

It seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun (du dn du du)

Here comes the sun

And I say 

It's alright

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes (four times)

Little darling

I see the ice is slowly melting

Little darling

It seems like years since it's been clear

Here comes the sun (du dn du du)

Here comes the sun

It's alright

George Harrison wrote it.

Here Comes the Sun

"And I say it's alright...."

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An Irish Blessing

"May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day.

May songbirds serenade you every step along the way.

May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that's always blue.

And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through."

Another kind of Monday Morning

I looked at Esther Garvi's wonderful and interesting blog this morning and thought, "Well, I feed the animals before I go to work too."  Only it looks just a little bit different a continent away....

Peaches crawls out of her heated house to see what's for breakfast.

Brogan likes cat food for breakfast too.

The little finches are hungry and wondering why the deer ate all the bird seed last night.

Arlo would like a bird for breakfast but they are hard to catch.

The ducks are floundering in the snow and wondering where their swimming pool went.

I exchange a bucket of water for the frozen one.  At least they can get a drink.

No one goes to school or work without the road getting plowed.

Wally is checking me out.

The llamas don't mind the snow.  Their fur keeps them pretty dry.  They have grass hay for breakfast.

My hat keeps the snow out of my face.

Brogan prefers to sleep inside today--what a spoiled dog.

There are lots of other kinds of mornings at MyWorld.

Red Instead

Still Not Blue

"The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist." --Rabindranath Tagore

Not Blue

A gray, foggy day.  It feels heavy and dense, the roads are icy.  It would be a good day to stay home if I could.....