A bit of travelling and a battle with Chrome and 

I have not posted in awhile. ( Thanks Helen ) I was in our

 Edmonton location for a couple of days. Brown with a 

touch of cold rain., Still there were a few hints things 

might change.

" i am singing the cold rain

        i am singing the winter dawn

             i am turning in the gray morning

                                                            of my life

                                                            toward home"

                                                                     

                                                                        I Am Singing the Cold Rain

                                                                                   Lance Henson

"The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,"

The Rainy Day

    Longfellow

"All day thy wings have fanned,

At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere,

Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land,

Though the dark night is near.




And soon that toil shall end;

Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,

And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend,

Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. "




To a Waterfowl

William Cullen Bryant

Today we are back to a rhapsody

in white. But it is already melting.

Still I am hoping someone may have

our forgotten Spring scrunched down 

in a corner of  their pocket.

"Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, 

we must carry it with us or we find it not."

Art ( essay )

Ralph Waldo Emerson