I have a sun dial in my flower garden. On it is an inscription from a poem by Robert Browning, “Grow Old Along With Me; The Best Is Yet To Be.” I’ve always liked that line. I suppose Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning had a wonderful marriage and did grow old together. Some […]
May 17, 2016
An Emerald-Green Morning
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The greenness of trees gradually emerge through the darkness. It’s a wet morning. Street and driveway glisten with rain. Nemo, after a brief trip to the yard, could hardly wait to come back inside. Looking out, the new day seems to be made of two shades: darkness and green, the color of emeralds, the color of […]
