Snow.  What a Brilliant Invention.

    As March moves (slowly) toward April, I have to admit, I’m a little sad.  I mean, the smells are great and everything, and those snowdrops in mom’s garden sure are tasty, (sorry!). But one thing bugs me.   

    I will miss snow. 

    I wonder, who invented snow?  I mean, it’s brilliant.  Beautiful to look at sure, but also, if you’re thirsty, there ya go.  And have you ever just sat on it, and better yet, smelled it?  It smells great.   Like, if cold had a smell, it’d be snow.  And how many people ever stop and smell the snow?  Not enough. 

   I do some of my best thinking when I sit on a nice pile of snow.  Like, what is the sound of one hand clapping?  Is 78,557 the lowest Sierpinski number (I like prime numbers, but who doesn't?)?  What is my purpose, and why am I here (okay, I’m a little obsessed with existentialism).  But you can do some deep thinking sitting on a nice big fat pile of snow. 

    I wonder maybe, if more people tried sitting and thinking on snow, they’d stop all this crazy fighting around the world.  I mean, the Swiss have a lot of snow, and they hardly ever fight.  Maybe that’s why there’s so much unrest in the Middle East.  Not enough snow.  But what do I know.  I’m just a puppy.

    Slow down people.  Smell the snow.

Hello.  I'm Simon.  And this is what I have to say, about just about everything.

I suppose I should introduce myself.  My name is Simon.  And I have just been rescued by a family in Connecticut.  I was born in South Carolina, (my lineage is as yet, remains undetermined), and fostered in New Jersey.  I am getting used to my new life here in Connecticut.  I have two human siblings (Ian and Anna.  Lovely teens).  And two cat siblings (more on that later).  This is my blog; about my first year,  and how I see the world.

Top Five Reasons Why Pine Cones are Better Than Cats.

1.  Pine cones have a lovely piney smell.  Roy and Hellen, my cat siblings, more often than not, smell like, well, cats (read this as: fancy feast tuna).

2.  If you put a pine cone in your mouth, it feels so cool, with all those tight pretty folds.  Try putting a cat in your mouth. Can you say hairball.  Blech.

3.  A pine cone doesn't puff up, (unless you want it to.  I read in mom's Martha Stewart that they "bloom" indoors, and then, they are so pretty, all symmetrical.  I'm a big fan of fractals by the way).  Cats puff up just to scare you.  This is Roy by the way.

4.  Pine cones don't hiss and scratch.  Period. 

5.  Finally, you can do all sorts of pretty crafts with pine cones.  Like put glitter on them, and hang them from the Christmas tree.  Or make a pine cone welcome wreath! Try putting glitter on Roy.  Try hanging Hellen from the Christmas tree.  You see my point.  Enough said.

Well,  until next time.  Bye.