Sunday, June 16, 2019


 Oh, It's a long, long while
From May to December
And the days grow short
When you reach September

Friday evening at our Monthly meeting of elders
"Wisdom Sangha"

We discussed medical directives and received these:

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Walking home, I stopped to shoot this abstract close up of the moon near Madison Square. Though it looks full, it won't be until the 17th. the colored globes are lit apartment windows in an adjacent building


A more glorious day may never be.
It's clear at 10:30 a.m. Saturday
and the temperature may reach eighty.

 11:30 p.m.
Planted the three yellow begonia and watered in with liquid seaweed boost. Not very visible.
I'll shoot again tomorrow.
Hope to add in blue forget-me-not next.



1 comment:

Mo Crow said...

such a magical week to set intent with the Full Moon tonight and the Solstice on the 21st!