Wednesday, April 21, 2010


In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash’d palings, 
Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, 
With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love, 
With every leaf a miracle......and from this bush in the door-yard,  15
With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, 
A sprig, with its flower, I break.  - Walt Whitman, When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom'd  

The Purple Lilacs are Plentiful and Positively Perfect, but I am looking forward to the White Lilacs blooming, too.


“Learning without thought is labor lost; and thought without learning is perilous.” - Confucious