“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying; and this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.” Robert Herrick, (1591-1674)
Poets have a way with words. Who cannot think of love when standing under a canopy of lavender wisteria in April?
An enormous heart-pine tree, maybe 60 years old, grows next to our sidewalk. Somehow the grizzled old tree has managed to attract wisteria vines of immense beauty and fragrance. The metaphor may be encouraging to grizzled old geezers. Hope springs eternal.
Bud Hearn, Guest Columnist