Where did Elmira go?

There is a garden in her face 

Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow:
There cherries grow which none may buy
Till 'Cherry-ripe' themselves do cry.

 Thomas Campion

Holes in my head...

...

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts,

don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

...

Mary Theresa Schmich

Where have all the flowers gone?

Young girls picked them,

every one.

xoxo

So long and thanks for all the pie

So much richer for all he shared,

So much poorer with his passing...

Bruce (U. Utah) Phillips

1935-2008

Hollyhock update

Phenology is the study of the times of recurring natural phenomena. The word is derived from the Greek phainomai (φαινομαι)- to appear, come into view, and indicates that phenology has been principally concerned with the dates of first occurrence of natural events in their annual cycle. Examples include the date of emergence of leaves and flowers, the first flight of butterflies...

-Wikipedia

Gliddy glub gloopy Nibby nabby noopy La la la lo lo Sabba sibby sabba Nooby abba nabba Le le lo lo Tooby ooby walla Nooby abba naba

Did it take long to find me
I ask the faithful light
Ooh did it take long to find me
And are you going to stay the night
I'm being followed by a moon shadow
moon shadow - moon shadow
leaping and hopping on a moon shadow
moon shadow - moon shadow

Cat Stevens

Kisses

...and he shut his eyes and everything stayed so vivid he gasped and felt the inexplicable heart of earth and air and the speech and stirring of all life and thought: How could I not have known you? All of you? Wanted to kiss something... ah, something... he knew, now he knew... he wanted to laugh... he knew where the grail was now... everything you touched spoke and everything touched you and revealed all secrets...

Parsival or a Knight's Tale

Richard Monaco

Stichomancy

Each one of them had, at one time, been too beautiful to someone.

Beauty

Lewis Buzbee

After the Gold Rush

A day late and a dollar short

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll walk in the fields of gold

Sting

T.T.F.N.

Take me to the river