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Saturday, June 9, 2012

What a lovely day


Wow what a wonderful day we had squalls, hail, thunder, wind, fogy mist and glorious sunshine. We also went to the Olalla Elementary 4th 5th and 6th grade talent show the director Lesley Niemi has really given those kids conference the solo's were great and the talent was so clear and refreshing the kids were really in the grove. Later we went back to the Olalla's elementary Carnival put on by the PTA I can not express enough just how much seeing all those children with parents and grand parents having fun together, it really impressed me and what a turn out, well done to all the Olalla kids and friends it was great. Then coming home and pulling into our driveway the view and sky was thrilling so I could not help it I had to take some pictures, everything has been in full bloom one show after another this spring

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  1. mary pernulaJune 16, 2012 at 8:01 AM

    Love the beautiful garden around Jerry's shop. Hugs Mary

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Leaves of God Fall 2009

My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost

I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall

Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow

Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin

Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall

So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall

The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again

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