Categories: Wordless Wednesday
Bostons!
We decided to take Banjo for a play date this week and I, naturally, brought my camera along. There were thirty Boston Terriers running amok in one backyard. Truly more fun than a barrel of monkeys.
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Banjo & Friend Dancing 
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Banjo's New Best Friend Benny 
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Banjo Takes a Break 
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Benny & Friend Share a Stick 
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Yet Another Pretty Girl! 
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Wild Violets
What is it?
It's Clara's own springtime perfume concoction.
God's Will
I know, I know where violets blow
Upon a sweet hillside,
And very bashfully they grow
And in the grasses hide---
It is the fairest field, I trow,
In the whole world wide.
One spring I saw two lassies go,
Brown cheek and laughing eye;
They swung their aprons to and fro,
They filled them very high
With violets---then whispered low
So strange, I wondered why.
I know where violet tendrils creep
And crumbled tombstones lie,
The green churchyard is silence-deep;
The village folk go by,
And lassies laugh and women weep,
And God knows why.
Robert Louis Munger
Just Another Wednesday
Bad Banjo!
This is what a bad dog does when you think that he is too short to jump up on a very tall bed.
Christmas Ornamental
Wuv. Twuu Wuv...
Morning
...weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
~ from Psalm 30:5
From My Window
Morning, November 29, 2006
