Arleen McMahon – The Fullers Four

Kevin and Dave

I’m so thankful for the road commission workers–here’s a poem in appreciation.

“I’m 88, and it’s getting late. . .”

I got up this morning in the cold dark and peeked outside. The first thing I saw was Venus, low in the sky, bright in the earliest inkling of dawn. I rose, inspired, and soon Mr Darcy and I were on our way to the light. I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful, hippie-carnival colorsContinue reading ““I’m 88, and it’s getting late. . .””

Dandelions, We Love You!

What a beautiful spring this one was! I am late posting this, but every springtime, when the dandelions appear like a shimmer of sparks across the lawn, I remember my grandmother’s poem, “Dandelions, We Love You!”