and from my mother’s: Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. — Carl Sandburg Tomorrow is “Poem in your pocket” day! Read a poem or … Continue reading →
Dr. Spina, … cited another benefit: “preparation for the cocktail-party circuit” by having to balance dishware and cutlery. “You eventually have to learn how to hold your hors d’oeuvre and cocktail in one hand while making animated conversation with the … Continue reading →
… that Robert Frost was writing about: Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to … Continue reading →
It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are. — E E Cummings This refers to the box of randomly displayed quotes at the upper-right of the page, but also to the plain-jane, gray … Continue reading →
daffodils! They have been waiting very patiently waiting…. waiting…. and apparently the peepers convinced them it was time. In other news: the other night I saw a pair of Hooded Mergansers on the Kinderhook Creek near my house. This has … Continue reading →
I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
