Tuesday, February 24, 2009


Greetings. It is cold here in Chester County, PA but the sun is shining and birds are marching on the deck railing, probably to their own beat. They are slowly welcoming in the new feeder and that makes me happy. I was afraid that they thought I dissed them after all these years of providing food for them. Maybe they are marching in celebration of their new discovery. Or maybe they also celebrate Mardi Gras and are having their diminutive parade. Go for it birdies! On this day in 1868 the first parade to have floats was held at Mardi Gras in New Orleans. A parade (also called march or march past) is a procession of people, usually organized along a street, often in costume and often accompanied by bands, usually held in celebration of something. Mardi Gras celebrations vary in time periods from city to city, as some traditions consider Mardi Gras as the Carnival period between the Epiphany and Ash Wednesday.Others treat the final three-day period as being Mardi Gras. Folks in Mobile, Alabama have it right tho'. For them, Mardi Gras events begin in November, followed by society balls on Thanksgiving. then New Year's Eve celebrations , then parades on New Year's Day, followed by parades and balls in January & February, celebrating up to midnight before Ash Wednesday. Do these people ever work??? Yikes. They sure know how to have fun tho'. JJC is feeling better and now we need to look over Percy. God, please help this little guy. A few vets made misdiagnoses and everyone makes mistakes. But please don't allow mistakes to take his life. It is 19 degrees here and I am tempted to forgo work and catch a flight to Naples, maybe have a parade and float on a raft in a pool. Sounds nice, eh? I am dreaming but it sure is nice. I am not sure what the day has in store for me but we never really do. Let's make it a great one and if you see a parade, jump in and join it. Don't let it pass you by. Today's photo is of a golf themed border. I just found it. "Fore!"
'If you wait for inspiration you'll be standing on the corner after the parade is a mile down the street.' Ben Nicholas