Saturday, March 04, 2017

A Red, Red Rose

We have been enjoying these beautiful flowers on my counter for a while now. It's hard not to thing of Burns. So here it is.
 By Robert Burns

My love is like a red, red rose
   That’s newly sprung in June :
My love is like the melody
   That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
   So deep in love am I :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
   Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
   And the rocks melt wi’ the sun :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
   While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love,
   And fare thee weel a while !
And I will come again, my love,
   Thou’ it were ten thousand mile.

Friday, March 03, 2017


John's cello (In the spirit of Valentines Day.)
Clara has grown into Aunt Libby's old 3/4 Violin.

Thursday, March 02, 2017

Valentines Creation

 Margaret is on a little craft kick. It was fun to watch her put this valentine container together. Getting glue on your fingers is universal experience.

Wednesday, March 01, 2017