Front Porch Indiana: Barely Moving

Monday, April 7, 2008

Barely Moving

We're getting too old for this weekend warrior stuff.

Would you mind rubbing my tummy?

3 comments:

Sandy said...: Poor little thing. Give that tummy a rub for me! LOL; April 7, 2008 at 5:42 PM
Renee said...: LOL - I am looking at the identical scene, but in black puppy fur.; April 7, 2008 at 11:43 PM
Jennifer said...: Oh, there's the cute puppy that gets a belly scritch. Scritch, scritch, scritch!; April 8, 2008 at 8:02 AM

Favorite Quotes

"Nowadays, people are so jeezled up. If they took some chamomile tea and spent more time rocking on the porch in the evening listening to the liquid song of the hermit thrush, they might enjoy life more."

- Tasha Tudor

"I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know."

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

"I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious."

- Albert Einstein

"My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has got to go."

- Oscar Wilde

Favorite Poetry

The creaking silence of age.

I like Old.

Great Depression

worn-in (not worn-out)

favorite quilt

classic car.

I like the way Old feels.

Sheets washed a thousand times

frayed around the stitching

busting from stories.

I like the way Old sounds.

Creaky wooden floors

heaters that pop and snap

doors that slam like they really mean it!

I like the way Old looks.

chipped paint

worn corners

rust

not from neglect or carelessness, but from use.

I'd live in an Old house

with a big Old front porch.

One that heaves to tell me someone is home

and echos of little feet running across it.

I like Old.

~Holy Glasgow