As some of you know, I have a thing for squirrels..and owls..well, all birds really. A long time ago a friend of mine who is a collector of early american antiques found a primitive hooked rug. (We always called her "the good"... cause her antiques were the real deal.) They came from the "fancy" antique shows. The ones put on by Baker and Co. (if you or your pocketbook are into that sorta thing). Wow, that is way out of my world. My house is filled with old things, cottage-type stuff, farmy stuff, things you'd find in Maine or Vermont...NOT museum quality....you can be sure of that... But one day along came this primitive hooked rug. WAY our of my league. But I wanted it bad. I knew if we got it,we would be eating macaroni and cheese for a long time. The macaroni and cheese in the blue box. You know the one. The one you can get for 2 for a dollar at "The Dollar Store". Well, we sprung for that rug. And we ate macaroni and cheese. Alot. Are we crazy? Well, I still love the rug. And ya know what else? I still love macaroni and cheese.
the night will never stay, the night will still go by, though with a million stars you pin it to the sky; though you bind it with the blowing wind, and buckle it with the moon, the night will slip away like sorrow or a tune.