"The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh."
- Philip Larkin, The Trees
**Somehow, in the craziness, I forgot to post, even Serenity Sunday, last week! What's up with that? Ever have those days when you are busy as a bee, but can't see much accomplishment? I'm having that kind of month. Like Grandma used to say, "the further I go, the behinder I get". My gardens are growing like crazy this year and I'm working on expanding a bit. I'm getting there, slowly but surely...** Peace, Tami