The rush of the seasons
Makes nary a sound
Yet, suddenly spring is upon us
Be careful. Lest slowly you turn around
To see autumn’s sweeping chorus
A gathering of bread,
A labor of spoil
The swift, silent night of slumber
Live well thy moment
Of pleasure and toil
for each of man’s days has a number
So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. Psalms 90:12http://bible.cc/psalms/90-12.htm
Is that your pussy willow tree?
ReplyDeleteSo pretty!
No, these are next door at Bill's...he's grown quite accustomed to seeing me wandering around with my camera....funny story with this one! I was out with the little guys I baby-sit and I asked the 5 yr. old if he want to come and see the pussy-willow tree...he looked up from bouncing on the trampoline and said, 'nah, you can just take a picture and show that to me...':)
ReplyDeleteLOL!!!that is too funny! He knows you well....he knew there would be a picture coming:)
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