Dead?......I just took my first breath. To arch the step, but crawl to the door. A lift, a pull, a slip, a fall perhaps to matter just not at all. My beauty reflects in the sky that I view. not down in the ice nor fly with the dew I wander and choose and sometimes I cry The truth of the matter too vain to die. by Christian Fletcher, New York
I crossed this snowy foot-printed path and I followed along for a ways. I’ve seen a few trails and tales of grails so I thought that one of these days I’d follow the scent just see where they went and to fend off my certain malaise. They leapt and skipped and galloped and still I scampered along with an icy thrill, when at once they ceased with a swirl in the snow. What destiny fell them, I’ll never know. I conceived a great leap to foil a hawk a hidden burrow a sheltering rock-- Still now and then when we walk that way I pause at the spot and remember the day When that prescient malaise began fading away
Meet HedgeMyBets, a Forever Tree. This worried but happy tree has learned over the years to live in a bed of hundreds of shoots for protection in the here and to ensure a robust hereafter, if only in the spirit of genetics.
This year the winner in the Annual Young Pine Height Race is clearly ChipRed named after his heritage and location near the Great Chip Dunes of Central Park. ChipRed put on a burst during the final fall homestretch and clearly won by a limb.
Can this transparent gossamer clothing be cast in standard earthy metal? Impossible. The Secret Garden Burnett Fountain by Bessie Potter Vonnoh is said to represent Mary and Dickon, the main characters in The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Dedicated in 1936.