Linnea 'Ea' quilts...

I've been trying to start working again, and it's tough. Mainly because I'm still depressed, because of granny. Anyway, while going through my notebook today, I found this written in the margin. The leaves flutter my life is in turmoil, a storm is coming.

Aah, how is it that some can't see the point in good poetry. Among them, American poet Robert Frost happens to be one of my many favorite poets. Among other great poems, he wrote " Fire and Ice " Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. Ive seen a much short-shorted version of this one that goes: For destruction, ice is nice and will suffice.