Owls

"The Owl that lives in the old oak tree
Opens his eyes and cannot see, when it's clear to you and me;
But not long after the sun goes down
And the church clock strikes in Tarrytown
And Nora puts on her green nightgown,
He opens his big bespectacled eyes
And shuffles out of the hollow tree,
And flies and flies
and flies and flies
And flies and flies
and flies and flies."






Sometimes I get so excited about projects that I jump right in, doing things out of order and in not-so practical ways. I was all excited about making Christmas decorations and had decided to make felt stuffed trees...and then I saw these at Moonstitches I fell in love with them and made myself a garland. However, because of their bellies being made out of printed fabric, I decided the letter tags would look a bit busy, so I omitted them, and now I have a regular decoration and not a Christmas decoration!
Oh bother.

The little poem above is by Willam Jay Smith. I was actually hoping to find something owl-related by Leonard Cohen, but not luck. I've been thinking about Leonard Cohen lately. A few weeks ago I heard him speak on CBC radio and thought he was so modest and interesting to listen to. Then last week I decided to read some of his writing online, and thought of maybe getting one of his books at some point..and then, that same day as I was looking through the cooking section of the bookstore, I turned around and there was one of his books!
Weird.....