William Butler Yeats, 1893
When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace.
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crown of stars.
- JUST BLOOMED TODAY
- GARDEN UPDATE
- GARDEN GIGGLE
- GARDEN GAMES
80F and sunny, while you 'down the hill' struggle with foggy days. A little wind has come up, but it IS 3pm as I write this, the time when the breeze gives a break each day.
I have been waiting for the heavenly aroma of the freesia we planted and wasn't disappointed today when the first ones bloomed.
SO jazzed that our new baby peach tree has two baby peaches! After struggling with our non-leafing one last year, we were happily surprised to have any fruit this year.