Fog – A Favorite Poem

FYI. I couldn’t find information to credit this photo. I think it’s beautiful and the photographer (not me) did a great job capturing the mood. And it was perfect for illustrating one of my favorite poems.

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
– Carl Sandburg

A is for ABSENT

Allow me to introduce Yukon (aka Dogface).

Yep.  I’ve been AWOL for a few months now.  No particular reason other than I just haven’t spent that much time on my computer – and I have a huge queue of unread email to show for it.  And it’s not that I don’t think about writing blog posts because I do.  Often even.  It seems as if  there’s a disconnect when it comes to taking those ideas and putting them down for all to read.  But a few weeks ago (in a forum on Ravelry – the “Facebook” for knitters like myself) I noticed a challenge.  26 blog posts ranging from A-Z.  So here goes.  I vow not to be absent any longer.  So sit back and relax and prepare for what will undoubtedly be an eclectic mix of topics.

Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.  William Cowper