Unlike us though, Peanut ain't feelin' so bright-eyed or bushy-tailed. Why? Well, it could be from all of the sugar she ate last week. But yesterday she missed the Daylight Savings memo and woke up at her normal 5:00, not knowing that it was actually 4:00. Poor Peanut. Needless to say, she hit the hay early last night. Not before she yelled at me for not telling her about the time change, though...which I, in fact, did. She just didn't hear me. Maybe it's time to resurrect "The Great Hearing Aid Debate" again.
In other news, I've been reading more poetry! Dusting off some old favorites, mostly. James and I went for a hike on my birthday weekend at Hanging Rock and spent this past Saturday driving around the mountains. Both were glorious days to be outside, drink in the crisp air and enjoy the Fall color and nature surrounding us. So I've been reading much of Hopkins, a fellow lover of nature, and one of my favorite (or should I say favourite) English poets. I love his sprung rhythms. Here's Pied Beauty:
| GLORY be to God for dappled things— | |
| For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; | |
| For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; | |
| Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; | |
| Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; | 5 |
| And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. | |
| All things counter, original, spare, strange; | |
| Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) | |
| With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; | |
| He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: | 10 |
| Praise him. |
I'll leave you with this:
I'm currently on the hunt for some birthday present ideas for Peanut. She turns 93(!) on November 19th. She claims she doesn't need anything, but I want to do something special for her. Any suggestions, friends? Refer back to "A Few of Peenie's Favorite Things" post for inspiration, if need be!
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