Awwww.....Puggie Puppy LOVES his widdle SWING!
LOL! That is sooooo cute! :)
SEPTEMBER'S POEM
by Helen Hunt Jackson
The goldenrod is yellow,
The corn is turning brown,
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down;
The gentians bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun;
The sedges flaunt their harvest
In every meadow nook,
And asters by the brookside
Make asters in the brook;
From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summers best of weather
And autumns best of cheer.
ADORABLE!! He probably hates being in the swing! :) Who know’s!!