Nature's Beauty

Spring is here at last, so I went out and looked for some nice nature pics. Everything is budding and blooming as the earth renews itself.

Here are a few illustrations of nature's beauty. If you click on the photos, you can see them close up.

Mystic is Mesmerizing but There's No Place Like Home

>So I promised I would post a descriptive photo of my trip to Mystic.

Here goes.

Along the highway the signs of Spring were beckoning to us. Trees with budding leaves lined up along the left and right, in various shades of red, brown and green. Once we passed the Rhode Island border into Connecticut, farms popped up on the right with cows chewing grass on the sunshiny afternoon.

When we arrived at the street which housed the hotel, we noted a familiar trend we'd just left behind in Rhode Island. And what might that be? Why, road construction, that's what. They were tearing up the street as evidenced by orange cones, men with hard hats, trucks and so forth. One person was holding up a SLOW sign. I commented to my husband, "I wonder how long he has to stand there and hold up that sign?" An hour? Two? All afternoon?

The water was sparkling beside the S & P Oyster House Restaurant, across the street from our hotel. People were strolling across the drawbridge and along the sidewalks. There was a peaceful, easygoing feeling here replacing the everyday stress and rush rush rush feeling I'd left at home.

When we took a drive along some of the roads in Mystic, I noted the stone walls and lovely flowers in bloom. I wish I'd been able to photograph them, but since I left my camera behind--well, just wasn't able to do so.

It was wonderful getting away from the all too familiar, same old, same oldness of day to day life. A change of scenery can be so helpful to the mind and body.

But on the third day, our time was up, and we had to pack up the car and head back home.

While I love getting away and seeing new and different places, I find I must agree with Dorothy who once stated so aptly:

There's no place like home.

Away today but with you in spirit

I am away today in Mystic, Connecticut celebrating my 55th birthday.

It's a beautiful day here, we're right on the water, the sun is shining and we're just about to go for lunch.

I couldn't ask for a nicer day.

I didn't sleep much last night--too noisy outside. It reminds me of my trip to New York City--the city that never sleeps.

Unfortunately I forgot my camera so when I go back to Rhode Island I'll have to post some descriptive photos.

Have a nice day and I'll talk to you later!

It's Finally Spring!

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's
spring
and
the
goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee

by e. e. cummings

This is one of my favorite poems about Spring. Any thoughts about the poem? What images come into your mind? I think it sums up the season very nicely.

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