Six to eleven inches???
More like a dusting...
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Monday, April 8, 2013
Spring... Maybe...
These hedge roses, along with many other
shrubs and trees in my yard,
are just starting to show signs of
waking from their winter's rest.
Wonder what they will look like after
tomorrow's forecasted heavy snowstorm.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
In Memory...
Two days ago, I posted this poem directly to the Facebook wall of a dear friend and member of the Boise Gang who made a sudden departure from this life to ride trails on the other side. The poem is such a wonderful celebration, not just of bicycling, but of life, that I felt compelled to share it. Feel the little boy's thrill of zipping down the trail! If you can't remember that feeling, go out and find it! Ride on, Cliffie...
Going Down Hill on a Bicycle
A Boy's Song
With lifted feet, hands still,
I am poised, and down the hill
Dart, with heedful mind;
The air goes by in a wind.
Swifter and yet more swift,
Till the heart with a mighty lift
Makes the lungs laugh, the throat cry:—
"O bird, see; see, bird, I fly.
"Is this, is this your joy?
O bird, then I, though a boy,
For a golden moment share
Your feathery life in air!"
Say, heart, is there aught like this
In a world that is full of bliss?
'Tis more than skating, bound
Steel-shod to the level ground.
Speed slackens now, I float
Awhile in my airy boat;
Till, when the wheels scarce crawl,
My feet to the treadles fall.
Alas, that the longest hill
Must end in a vale; but still,
Who climbs with toil, wheresoe'er,
Shall find wings waiting there.
by Henry Charles Beeching
Going Down Hill on a Bicycle
A Boy's Song
With lifted feet, hands still,
I am poised, and down the hill
Dart, with heedful mind;
The air goes by in a wind.
Swifter and yet more swift,
Till the heart with a mighty lift
Makes the lungs laugh, the throat cry:—
"O bird, see; see, bird, I fly.
"Is this, is this your joy?
O bird, then I, though a boy,
For a golden moment share
Your feathery life in air!"
Say, heart, is there aught like this
In a world that is full of bliss?
'Tis more than skating, bound
Steel-shod to the level ground.
Speed slackens now, I float
Awhile in my airy boat;
Till, when the wheels scarce crawl,
My feet to the treadles fall.
Alas, that the longest hill
Must end in a vale; but still,
Who climbs with toil, wheresoe'er,
Shall find wings waiting there.
by Henry Charles Beeching
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Tulips from Taylor
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| My nephew recently visited and this is what he brought me :-) He even said I was his favorite aunt... Yes, I can be bribed with a smile and flowers! |
Friday, March 22, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Cookie Monster
Just HAD to stop by Eileeen's yesterday
and simply could not pass on this
monstrous little(?) treat...
If you look close, there are two cookies
hidden under all that frosting :-)
Eileen's Colossal Cookies
has been in our area since 1998
and makes cookies for all occasions.
As my daughter tends to prefer them over cakes,
we have been fairly regular customers...
Next up: Birthday and Graduation!
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