A teaser ....

Trees

I THINK that I shall never see 

A poem lovely as a tree. 

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest 

Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; 

A tree that looks at God all day, 

And lifts her leafy arms to pray; 

A tree that may in summer wear 

A nest of robins in her hair; 

Upon whose bosom snow has lain; 

Who intimately lives with rain. 

Poems are made by fools like me, 

But only God can make a tree. 

- Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918 

We are back from the Hamptons a little tan-er, a little more relaxed, and very very happy! I will reveal the big surprise from over the weekend .... shortly!  .... and there will be pics! In the meantime enjoy the poem. {Image source} & {Poem source}