| WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d, | |
| And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, | |
| I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. | |
| O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring; | |
| Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west, | 5 |
| And thought of him I love. (enjoy the rest of it here.)  The walk also garnered violets, many blisters and $.35. |
Your lovely little window-boxes are making me jealous!!
ReplyDeleteNo lilacs here, but finally a few trees firmly deciding to bloom. And the ring-necked doves are attacking a tree in the oval garden out front, as they did last year. It's hilarious - a twiggy tree, with barely a few fuzzy green pods on it, being staked out by five very fat, heavy birds, gorging themselves on...something. Not sure what.