In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings,
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
with many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle - and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.
~Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1865
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Lilac
Thoughts by Kristi on 4/15/2009
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4 whatevers:
I'm another Kristi. I live in Massachusetts with my black lab named Martha (for the one in the Bible, not the one with the perfect life.) I found your blog somehow on a Google search while I should have been working.
So I say, hello! Nice blog, keep it up and I will check in again.
--Kristi
Another soul whose name is spelled like mine =o) Thanks for stumbling by...have a wonderful weeknd!
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