Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last—far off—at last to all,
And every winter change to spring.
“In Memoriam A.H.H”
Lord Alfred Tennyson, 1849
The great eventful Present hides the Past, but through its loud din, hints and echoes from the life behind steal in — John Greenleaf Whittier
Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last—far off—at last to all,
And every winter change to spring.
“In Memoriam A.H.H”
Lord Alfred Tennyson, 1849
“I hear the whispers of the past, but I must keep reaching for the future, for I still believe.”
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I can’t believe it’s been a year since we celebrated the reappearance of these guys, and I love your pictures of them.
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They’re a little early this year. Usually we don’t see the Forsythia until April, but weather has been crazy here. It’s my favorite plant just because it heralds spring.
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I’m looking out at my forsythia here in CT, which is still a grey/brown tangle. It’s comforting to know that a wave of crayola-crayon yellow is washing up our way! Lovely pictures………
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