Wednesday, October 21, 2009

On occasion, I have questions

"This is not a war of choice. This is a war of necessity. Those who attacked America on 9/11 are plotting to do so again. If left unchecked, the Taliban insurgency will mean an even larger safe haven from which Al Qaida would plot to kill more Americans. So this is not only a war worth fighting; this is fundamental to the defense of our people." Barack Obama (8/17/2009)

What's the matter with our President? Where is his leadership? What is he waiting for? The administration are talking about the "deteriorating" situation in Afghanistan. Why is it deteriorating? Why are we there? What is the mission? Where is the help for our troops?

Why did he put General Stanley McChrystal in charge and then ignore his advice? This excuse about the Afghan election being fraught with corruption is just that: a big fat excuse! Sure the government there is corrupt; so is the government here. That's no different from two months ago when he made the above statement, no different from last year, and the year before that. But we have sons and daughters and husbands and wives in harm's way today - right now!

This President needs to show a little leadership, a little backbone. Prove to someone he's not a lightweight. Make a decision, get it done, send troops.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Spring Wonders

Pink dogwood blossoms bring a bit of joy to my heart each year. This adorns a new little tree we planted two years ago. It can never replace the big, old one we lost, but will provide pleasure aplenty, nevertheless.

This tiny, graceful bell belongs to Solomon's Seal, planted near the kitchen stoop.

Why didn't I know that our little barberries by the front walk were hiding miniature blossoms beneath their new leaves? They remind me that I need to get out more, and explore this little piece of the planet we call our yard. I hope your spring forays will have you spying something new, too!

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

New Addition

Punkin is the little sable Burmese snuggled up between Blue above and Lance below. His birthday in October had some influence on the selection of his name.

Lancelot left us shortly after Punkin's arrival; Punkin and Blue have been growing closer to one another and to my yarn!

Inspection is learned early; in fact, probably not a learned trait, it's most likely an instinct. Here Punkin is checking out the ends yet to be woven in to the back of the Log Cabin Blanket VI.