Where did Summer go?

To the Dandelion

Dandelions, NJ May 2014

Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way,
Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold,
First pledge of blithesome May,

Which not the rich earth's ample ground
May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me
Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.
                    - James Lowell

The Cherry Tree

Easter 2014, Branch Brook Park, NJ

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

The Tennessee Stud

He had the nerve and he had the blood
There never was a horse like Tennessee Stud - Johnny Cash

The Wild Flower's Song

As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.... William Blake

The Road not Taken

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- "The road not taken" by Robert Frost

My Daddy's hands

Daddy, Take my hand in yours and you will plainly see, How very much I need you now to love and care for me. As my little hand grows, I will need you even more, Everything I do in life, I have never done before. Teach me to be kind and loving, sharing and forgiving, Show me through your acts of love the pure joy of living. The years will pass by quickly and one day I will be grown, I will pass what you have taught me onto children of my own. Hold me always in your thoughts and remember when we are apart, The special love between a child and a daddy's heart.

Happy Holidays

    South Orange, NJ, Dec 2013

Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas, make the yule-tide gay
Next year all our troubles will be miles away

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

     South Orange, NJ, Dec 2013

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry and bright

And all your Christmases be white

                                  - Irving Berlin ( 1942)

Autumn Evening

                                                 South Orange, NJ, Nov 2013

But O, my sleepy soul, it will not roam,
It is too happy and too warm at home:
With just the shadows leaping up the wall,
The sparrows twittering; and that is all. 

Frances Darwin Cornford