NOW THAT SPAMALOT IS IN IT'S FINAL DAYS, AND CLAY IS HOPEFULLY GETTING SOME WELL DESERVED REST AND RELAXATION WITH FRIENDS, FAMILY AND MOST OF ALL "LITTLE PARKER." I GUESS WE ARE ALL JUST GOING TO HAVE TO GET OUT ALL OUR "CLACK" TO KEEP OURSELVES WARM, ON THESE COLD WINTER DAYS.

THE BIRDS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW, ARE EATING ME OUT OF HOUSE AND HOME................... (Lois, I was thinking of you when I did this blog, I know how you and I love the birds!)

Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter by Robert Frost......

The west was getting out of gold, The breath of air had died of cold, When shoeing home across the white, I thought I saw a bird alight.

In summer when I passed the place I had to stop and lift my face; A bird with an angelic gift Was singing in it sweet and swift.

No bird was singing in it now. A single leaf was on a bough, And that was all there was to see In going twice around the tree.

From my advantage on a hill I judged that such a crystal chill Was only adding frost to snow As gilt to gold that wouldn't show.

A brush had left a crooked stroke Of what was either cloud or smoke From north to south across the blue; A piercing little star was through.

NO BLOG WOULD BE COMPLETE WITHOUT A PHOTO OF OUR FAVORITE SINGER, THE MAN OF MANY TALENTS AND THE GOLDEN VOICE.

             Do you get the idea I love this photo??

                      Hugs, Marlyne