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'Tis the season of Eastertide and cherry blossoms. Sandra Williams shares a favorite poem.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
~A. E. Housman 1859 –1936
Very clever.
Sunny, with a high of 83 and low of 69 degrees. Patchy rain nearby in the morning, partly cloudy for the afternoon, clear overnight.
Lovely story. Thank you, Kathleen and editors for shaing it with us.
I haven't been to the folk fest since I worked it as a teen helping to make apple butter. I hope the schnitz and knepp is still as good, and that you can still get vanilla ice cream with peaches. I still have some blacksmithed items from those years kicking around.
Not sure why the festival was moved as the location in East Greenville was nice. I volunteered as an apprentice for the ink maker when I was in seventh grade over 40 years ago.....