Today, I had this terrific intention.  A plan, if you will.

First thing this morning, I devised a series of events, which were to unfold throughout the day.  Zippity Doo Dah.   First, I planned on walking out the shed and dusting off the hefty oak wooden cart.  Then I was going to push it out to the big old apple tree … just north of the gulley … and commence picking apples until I filled the cart.  Next, I was going to roll that cart all the way to the market, and sell those beautiful rosy apples to all the happy passers-by.

But wouldn’t you know it.  The dang wheel fell off the cart before I even opened the door to the shed.  Kaplooooooey.  Right off the axle.

I looked at that wheel.  I wished and hoped for that wheel to magically jump right back on the cart… so I could take this little piggy to market.

It didn’t work out that way.  That weigh.  That whey.

How does the old saying go?  The best laid plans of mice and men.  And what the heck does that really mean?  (Okay….I found out.  It is from a poem, written by Robert Burns.  It is called “To a Mouse” composed in 1786. It tells of how he, while plowing a field, upturned a mouse’s nest. The resulting poem is an apology to the mouse.)

I should be glad then.  Really.   I mean…. the wheel fell off my cart… …. that’s all.  (I could have been the mouse, who lost his house, when the plow came along, and plowed the thing down.)

As they also say… “Tomorrow is another day.”   Which it is.  Unfortunately, the other wheel has already fallen off tomorrow’s cart.  Dag nab it, anyhow.

I guess I should look at the bright side of that too.  I’ve made the apples happy.  They are still hanging on the tree.  Rosy side up.

So, maybe the moral of the story is this.  Somedays you have sad mice, and happy apples.  Other days you put your cart before your horse… and your mice.  Or something.

I suppose it is just a matter of which side of the plow you are on….  happy or sady, busy or free, apple-ey or mouse-ey.  And so the story goes….