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En juin…

En juin, soleil qui donne n’a jamais ruiné personne.



June 5, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

We wreathe the red, and white, and blue

Soldier’s Memorial Day,” words by Mary B.C. Slade and music by W.O. Perkins, 1870.

When flow’ry Summer is at hand,
And Spring has gemm’d the earth with bloom,
We hither bring, with loving hand,
Bright flow’rs to deck our soldier’s tomb.
Gentle birds above are sweetly singing
O’er the graves of heroes brave and true;
While the sweetest flow’rs we are bringing,
Wreath’d in garlands of red, white and blue.

With snowy hawthorn, clusters white,
Fair violets of heav’nly blue,
And early roses, fresh and bright,
We wreathe the red, and white, and blue.


May 30, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Ground Bees of Satwiwa

Happy World Bee Day


May 20, 2019 at 5:20 am Leave a comment

Dance Evolution

Happy International Dance Day!

April 29, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

The Giving Tree

By Shel Silverstein

Once there was a tree…and she loved a little boy.

So begins a story of unforgettable perception, beautifully written and illustrated by the gifted and versatile Shel Silverstein.

Every day the boy would come to the tree to eat her apples, swing from her branches, or slide down her trunk…and the tree was happy. But as the boy grew older he began to want more from the tree, and the tree gave and gave.

Shel Silverstein has created a moving parable for readers of all ages that offers an affecting interpretation of the gift of giving and a serene acceptance of another’s capacity to love in return.


April 26, 2019 at 4:26 am 2 comments


by Abraham Cowley (1618–1667)

THE THIRSTY earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks and gapes for drink again;
The plants suck in the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair;
The sea itself (which one would think
Should have but little need of drink)
Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up,
So fill’d that they o’erflow the cup.
The busy Sun (and one would guess
By ’s drunken fiery face no less)
Drinks up the sea, and when he’s done,
The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun:
They drink and dance by their own light,
They drink and revel all the night:
Nothing in Nature’s sober found,
But an eternal health goes round.
Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high,
Fill all the glasses there—for why
Should every creature drink but I?
Why, man of morals, tell me why?

April 24, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment


Happy Earth Day!


April 22, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

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