Winter's Claim

This tucked away corner of the world is in the midst of an unseasonably cruel winter. On this day, one prior to winter's darkest, we bid Hummy a comforting life's slumber. In retirement, may he know that he brought much joy and warmth to people and cats alike. Alas friend, I bid thee adieu...

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land

And on the strangest sea,

Yet never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

~Emily Dickinson~