It is blue-butterfly day here in spring, And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry;

There is more unmixed color on the wing
Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire


They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
--Blue-Butterfly Day by Robert Frost

Summer looks out! how green and gay Is earth, how bright her flowers! 'Tis nature's merry holiday!

A Boy and a Wagon.... Blowing Bubbles and Playing in the Sprinklers....


Pretty Flowers and Sunshine....
Summer days are, in my opinion, the loveliest and most enjoyable :)


Title from Summer by William B. Tappan

“What are little boys made of? Frogs and snails And puppy dog tails, That's what little boys are made of!”

Friends are Friends Forever...if the Lord is Lord of them...

Moving is never easy when you leave good friends behind you :'( ...








At least there were smiles and laughter as we said our last goodbyes...



title from Michael W. Smith's Friends

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day

And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.

~Robert Frost

We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses. ~Abraham Lincoln

If you get to thinking you're a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else's dog around. ~Will Rogers

"Walk with me Suzy Lee, Through the park and by the tree, We can rest upon the ground, And look at all the bugs we've found"

post title: "We're Gonna be Friends" by Jack Johnson

I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden. ~Ruth Stout