Dog fostering wasn’t something that I actively searched out, but rather something I stumbled upon through a NextDoor post. A local NextDoor group was asking for a promise of a financial donation to save two dogs that were scheduled to be euthanized by the county Animal Control that following Tuesday.
“It has been frequently remarked that it seems to have been reserved to the people of this country, by their conduct and example, to decide the important question, whether societies of men are really capable or not of establishing good government from reflection and choice, or whether they are forever destined to depend for their political constitutions on accident and force.”
Frost’s poems kept a familiar theme throughout the eleven books, with a great majority of each gravitating around nature, rural life, and the struggles of the human condition. Even his name Frost is a portrayal of weather upon nature. His descriptions of specific flowers and foliage and noticing the change of seasons upon a forest floor made me realize I’ve never explored a forest or walked similar steps that Frost has in his poetry. That is now something I wish to experience.
“Nor could its passengers have endured such a thing, because the faster they were carried the less time they had to spare. In the days before deathly contrivances hustled them through their lives, and when they had no telephones – another ancient vacancy profoundly responsible for leisure – they had time for everything: time to think, to talk, time to read, time to wait for a lady.”
I find it fascinating that I’d never heard of Ernest Poole’s novel His Family prior to finding it on the Pulitzer Prize (PP) winners list. Considering this won the first ever PP for Novel (category later changed to Fiction in 1948), one may assume that this book would have appeared in a list of books available to write an essay on in one of my English Composition classes in high school or college, or on a separate list of “Great American Novels”, but neither the name Ernest Poole or his novel His Family had ever entered my lexicon.
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