Family

 

The epigraph for today's poem is from Max Ehrmann's short piece, Desiderata, which was printed on a poster many of us hippies had posted on our dormitory walls. I've thought about its words many times over the years.

Family

Extravaganza of Spring

 

May arrived rather quickly. But perhaps that's a good thing: April was National Poetry Month and it quite exhausted me! Finally, I have begun to write poetry again, so here you go:

Extravaganza of Spring

Daisy Song

 

No, those aren't daisies -- that's a closeup of one of our many hyacinths. But this poem takes place in another garden.

Daisy Song

Over the Falls

 

I know I'm not the only one who thinks about this:

Over the Falls

Clean Dreams

 

 

Messy refrigerator. And here is a poem for you:

Clean Dreams

A Bottomless Bag of French Fries

 

Happy Easter!

A Bottomless Bag of French Fries

Jesus and the Superbowl Ad

 

The Irish soda bread I made last month from a great, easy recipe (https://www.thekitchn.com/irish-soda-bread-recipe-23635136) is my picture for this St. Patrick's Day Sunday. But let's think back to that Sunday last month when most of you were glued to the screen for football, or for expensive advertisements:

Jesus and the Superbowl Ad