TURNING TIME

 Friday
Sorrel and Hon-E-Lixer from Tremblay Bees

(Pollen in whipped Honey)

Saturday
Julio Perea, John Marcus Powell and Walter Ancarrow
Posing

at
Mannes School of Music
New School Performance Institute
66 West 12th Street
Manhattan
NY

https://www.facebook.com/events/1987701671273402/

After the Performance
Adam Tendler, Luciano Chesso, Mary Jame Leach

Julio Perea, R.Nemo Hill, TBA

 On the Wall at "the Grey Dog''

I Walked Home past this elaborate neighborhood display

 Detail

Sunday
Perfect weather for the Marathon.
Viewed on channel 7.

Spent time outdoors, then sorted photographs from the Seventies because an old friend and former neighbor is visiting and we hope to find time to get together.

Turned the clocks back one Hour

Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness

by Mary Oliver

Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
world descends
into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out

to the petals on the ground
to stay,
knowing, as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married

to the vitality of what will be?
I don’t say
it’s easy, but
what else will do

if the love one claims to have for the world
be true?
So let us go on

though the sun be swinging east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.

~*~

I'M AWAY 'TILL JUNE FIRST

What can I say that I have not said before?

So I'll say it again.

The leaf has a song in it.

Stone is the face of patience.

Inside the river there is an unfinished story

and you are somewhere in it

and it will never end until all ends.

Take your busy heart to the art museum and the

chamber of commerce

but take it also to the forest.

The song you heard singing in the leaf when you

were a child

is singing still.

I am of years lived, so far, seventy-three,

and the leaf is singing still.

-Mary Oliver- 
~*~

Confession and Apology to the Poet:
I took the liberty of changing 'seventy four' to 'seventy three'
for the most obvious reason.
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