Life Is The First Gift, Love Is

Troubles Cured You Salty As A Country Ham, Smoky To The Taste, Thick-skinned And Tender Inside.

I Want To Be With People Who Submerge In The Task, Who Go Into The Fields To Harvest And Work In A Row And Pass The Bags Along, Who Are Not Parlor Generals And Field Deserters But Move In A Common Rhythm When The Food Must Come In Or The Fire Be Put Out. The Work Of The World Is Common As Mud. Botched, It Smears The Hands, Crumbles To Dust. But The Thing Worth Doing Well Done Has A Shape That Satisfies, Clean And Evident.

Live As If You Liked Yourself, And It May Happen: Reach Out, Keep Reaching Out, Keep Bringing In. This Is How We Are Going To Live For A Long Time: Not Always, For Every Gardener Knows That After The Digging, After The Planting, After The Long Season Of Tending And Growth, The Harvest Comes.

A New Idea Is Rarely Born Like Venus Attended By Graces. More Commonly It's Modeled Of Baling Wire And Acne. More Commonly It Wheezes And Tips Over.

I Communicate Much Better With Cats, Usually. I Know Them And Their Body Language - As My Own Cats Know Mine Very Well. Cats Are Adept At Reading Subtle Signals.