From the Gypsy

A VAGABOND SONG

There is something in the Autumn
that is native to my blood-
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple
and the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples
can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by,
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters
like smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October
sets the gypsy blood astir,
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame

She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

Bliss Carman

My Sweet Baboo

On this Mother's Day I can' help but feel fortunate to be a part of "My Sweet Baboo's" life! I've been watching her for about six weeks now and even though it's a busy job, she has brought many smiles to my tired face. We try to go outside for a walk each day and that is helping me burn extra calories. (an added benefit!) Sometimes I wish I was stronger as she is getting heavier. As soon as she starts walking, I'll teach her to push me in the stroller!! With age comes wisdom. :)