The real evidence of growing older is that things level off in importance.
If I had Aladdin's lamp and the usual three wishes, the first would always be, 'Give me the first day of June.
I suppose I am a sparrow, a stay-at-home bird.
There must be hundreds of unsung heroes and heroines who first tasted strange things growing - and think of the man who first ate a lobster. This staggers the imagination. I salute him every time I take my nutcracker in hand and move the melted-butter pipkin closer.
April is a promise of what's to come.
I cannot imagine a cat in an Obedience ring, running around in the hot sun and doing things on command. For it would not make sense. Whereas a dog is tolerant of your not making sense and only wants to fix things so you are happy.