Finally, however, the goatmother managed to get up - albeit somewhat slowly and painfully. To her credit nothing was broken, but merely bruised and swelling. A woman of any lesser bone density would have been left crying in her beer. You can be quite sure of that! What a trooper! We not only got our Peanuts, but got hay as well. And we have continued to be fed, though I have to admit the service has been somewhat on the slow side.
So that is one reason why I have been somewhat remiss in my musings of late. Let's face it. If the goatmother ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. But there has been another problem as well. You might recall my recent writing about the Winter That Would Not Die? Well, that was in March. This is April. This is the middle of April, to be exact. Guess what? The weather forecast for Friday and Saturday involves snow down to sea level. You heard me, SNOW. Oy. And, they call this Spring. Now THAT is a misnomer. Maybe we should just be calling it Sprinter.
At any rate, I just haven't felt very philosophical lately. It is just too darned cold to get out there on that stump. Walt Whitman had it right when he said, "Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling." Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!