Sunday, June 16, 2013

celebrating the measure of a father

Witt and Claire honored us with a get together at their house to kythe their affection for a wonderful father. It was as if little notes were sent out to place an order for such a lovely evening. 

Claire hosts a good many events at her house, and many are carried on outside, under the maple tree.




  After we ate a delicious supper prepared by Witt and Claire, we sat around the table and talked, until twilight fell with a gradual hush, and we were serenaded by thousands of lightening bugs. A light show twinkling on the green lawn.
 All to soon it was dark, time to help carry things back into the house and head for home.





once again ...and even more frozen whiteness

  There is a wilder solitude in winter  When every sense is pricked alive and keen.         --May Sarton ("The House in Winter" A ...