It's Sunday morn and the week to report,
Events to peruse and pics to sort
What is newsworthy and what is not
All thrown into one blogmeister's pot.
But the weather is foul and the news is thin.
Few pics were taken to raise a grin.
The cats are all healthy, well-fed and asleep.
I haven't gone out and purchased a sheep.
The house is still standing, the car's in one piece.
A rather dull week by some standards at least.
I didn't spend Pi day working on a shawl.
Friday the 13th didn't affect me at all.
No murder or mayhem in the office park
No break-ins or muggings done in the dark.
No purchases made in a fit of madness.
No events that would cause woe, sorrow, or sadness.
Spring's in the air, the trees are a-bud.
The hard cold ground's slowly turning to mud.
The clock's sprung forward, sleep lost in an hour.
The daffs and andromeda are now in full flower.
Soon to come a surprise anxiously awaited
A box to arrive and to open, breath bated.
But all that will wait on this Sunday morn,
It's just knitting and breakfast and tea good and warm.