"A wise old owl sat on an oak;

The more he saw the less he spoke;

The less he spoke the more he heard;

Why aren't we like that wise old bird?"

(above, baby owl sweater just finished for Mattie)

The moon is still full this morning,

and

I can hear Neil Young singing, Harvest Moon.

But like the wise old owl, today, I hope that my stillness

speaks volumes.

To quote the great man:

"Come a little bit closer, hear what I have to say."

Love you,

Me