Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Monday, April 24, 2017

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Earth Day ~ March for Science


If you can't march today, maybe you can clean up a park, or divest!


Or maybe you can donate, or make a plan

Friday, April 21, 2017

Lilac Leafing Out~!





Thursday, April 20, 2017

Easter Thursday


This blew my mind!  This is made with Ukranian Eggs!!

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Easter Wednesday


Tuesday, April 18, 2017

On the Eighteenth of April...


The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere

Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm."

Then he said "Good-night!" and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war;
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon like a prison bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.

Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street
Wanders and watches, with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers,
Marching down to their boats on the shore.

Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,
By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town
And the moonlight flowing over all.

Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,
A line of black that bends and floats
On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse's side,
Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,
Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry tower of the Old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns.

A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer's dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,
That rises after the sun goes down.

It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, black and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.

It was two by the village clock,
When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadow brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket ball.

You know the rest. In the books you have read
How the British Regulars fired and fled,
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard wall,
Chasing the redcoats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo for evermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere. 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
1860





Monday, April 17, 2017

Easter Monday is also Patriots Day in Boston!


It's Boston Marathon Day aka Patriots Day!  A 26.2mi race!  PhD*Son is running in the first wave.  

It's going to be grueling for the runners with beating sunshine and hitting 71°F for Heartbreak Hill.
The saving grace may be a west wind blowing 14-17mph, since they're running east. 🐰

Here he is, in the red cap, a half mile to the finish line in 2016:




Sunday, April 16, 2017

Saturday, April 15, 2017

By Water and the Holy Spirit...

Four of my best friend's grandchildren, all siblings, are being Baptized tonight at the Easter Vigil,
 at a beautiful cathedral, where we used to attend.  So I decorated a candle for each, 
using primarily water symbols, plus symbols of the Holy Spirit.

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Friday, April 14, 2017

Good Friday

Somehow the image of suffering "works" this year quite well, doesn't it?


Thursday, April 13, 2017

Stone House


Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Blue Jay



Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Doesn't Everyone Have One?


This house is not 5 minutes from mine.  I may yet go over to borrow a cup of stars!

Monday, April 10, 2017

Pine Siskin


Sunday, April 09, 2017

Com-Passion

Some call today Palm Sunday and some call it Palm/Passion Sunday.  So I went with Com-Passion (which means "with passion") ... since the companioning of passion *is* Compassion.

Saturday, April 08, 2017

Friday, April 07, 2017

Thursday, April 06, 2017

Hanging Out


Wednesday, April 05, 2017

Spring Always Wins!


Tuesday, April 04, 2017

In Loving Memory of Terri Cain aka "tc" on The Blog

12 July 1955 ~ 4 April 2015
Dean Blogger, Teacher, Encourager, Bright Light

Monday, April 03, 2017

How Now Blue Cow?


Sunday, April 02, 2017

Greenery


Saturday, April 01, 2017

🌷🌼Welcome, May! 🌼🌷


(Just kidding.  Happy April Fool's Day!  Be careful out there!)

Friday, March 31, 2017

Good-Bye, March!


Thursday, March 30, 2017

Happy 164th Birthday, Vincent van Gogh


Can you believe he only lived to age 37?
Such a Tribute, this:


Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Watching Maple Cotton Candy being made



Just had to add this, to make Susan smile at the end of a tough day...


Tuesday, March 28, 2017

It's Maple Time!


Monday, March 27, 2017

Vermont has your back...

Bernie Sanders, Pat Leahy and Peter Welch at a packed Town Hall broadcast by VT PBS.




Sunday, March 26, 2017

Springtime in Vermont

The local Maple Store is making Maple Creamees again!

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Friday, March 24, 2017

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Working Together


Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Radio Antenna Tower

PhD*Wildlife*Biology*Son knows the woman who made the towers on Great Point possible!