The local news says that nearly 100 right whales have been counted in local waters, two being a mother and calf. This is wonderful -- better than wonderful because right whales are seriously endangered. There are thought to be fewer than 400 alive -- so a quarter of the world's population are not far out there. It seems some of their favorite munchies grow around here. So you'll pardon me if I print only a small silly poem -- I don't have time this morning to do more serious research for a leviathan poem although I'm sure there must be a few.
What Size Are You?
"I am big," said the monkey. "I am small," said the snail. "I am tiny," said the spider. "I am huge," said the whale.
"We are big," said the childen. "We are bigger than the snail. We are bigger than the spider. But we're smaller than the whale."
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!