An amazing thing, after a forest fire.
Be it sooner or later; sometime after the fire has wreaked it's havoc, after all that remains is but soot, ash and scar. And......
.... LIFE, which makes it's appearance, anew.
And as with every forest which has ever existed, this cycle repeats through the ages. Over and over and over again, from ancient millenia past, to the tiny sliver of time we call history, and into the future, long after we're gone, and are but ash and dust our own selves.
I found this in the comments to today's celebration of Rob.
I am at work right now...so can't be here for long. *sigh*
born after the death of the father
It's with this dictionary description of the word above that I am letting you all know that Rob has become a blog-daddy again. I have been wanting to have a blog for quite a while and even attempted once but chickened out.
Somehow I have the courage now.
That's Rob's longtime commentor, Cindi. Go visit and welcome her. Rob would have done it for her; I do it for her now. And for him.
Got your back, Blogfather.
I surely do got your back.