...and Today's Musings are...

The shadow of the hour hand on my clock says that I missed the deadline for the challenge on the 7th.

After a long and very satisfying morning spent at the Washington County Republican Convention as a delegate - More on that later - I came home to watch Haylee and Andi color Easter Eggs.  I actually decorated one.

Then it was on to make the potato salad for Easter dinner.  It has to sit overnight and let all the yumminess penetrate every morsel, you know.  

Then it was put the finishing touches on my Primary lesson for Easter.

Then it was pizza, silliness and Yahtzee with some of my favorite girls ~

Andi, Haylee, Susan, Elisa ~ o, and one fella named Dexter.  He is Susan's

black-capped capuchin monkey.

So, after all is settled down, and I can sit and blog, the time has ticked away into the shadows of late-night-early-morning.

What would the light reveal without shadows to define it?

I wrote a poem for an English assignment years ago that went like this:

Sun's Offspring

                                     The cock crows in the early morn.

                                     The dew rests moist upon green field

                                      Its freshness breaking through the shield

                                      Of heaven's light to thus adorn

                                      And beautify.  But, not forlorn,

                                      Some shadows to the beauty yield

                                      Like Irish lace across the field.

                                      So starts a day ...a day new born.

                                           The morning brings the earth

                                           A newness and a song,

                                           A great and hoped for worth

                                           With richness deep and long.

                                           The dawn comes like a birth

                                           Day's beauty to prolong.