We walked the lake trail this past weekend after not being on it all winter! It felt springy!
Far down the trail we spotted a big group of loons! Normally we seem them in pairs or solitary by our house, but here we found what must be their main neighborhood. A group of five loons! of course, they swam away as soon as they saw me with my camera.
SometimesSheenagh Pugh
Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen to you.
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