Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
- President Dwight D. Eisenhower

Saturday, April 02, 2011

Sadie Rose Arnold

"How long until I am 100?"

"You have to wait until both of your parents are dead."

I probably should not say such things.

My goodness, the anticipation of spring is torturous. Robins are hunting annelids on our yard, the sun is shining, and it is cold. It is the worst kind of cold, really. When it is near zero degrees Fahrenheit or below, with snow on the ground, and dreary... One can endure being inside. With spring so very near, one grinds upon the nub of sanity left after the long winter with the pestle of anticipation.

I want to just be outside.

1 comment:

Stacie Lee said...

I agree... I want to be outside too! This cold is getting old, fast!