Lady Jane Grey
(1537-1554)
My dear crony sent this to me these last couple of weeks. It's great to know that even back in the 1500's people had reasons to write such incredible poetry.
and married John!!!
Wow. We were but mere children a year ago
Ha.Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
...saw a childhood friend, Holly
It's been a while since I've seen "All Dogs Go to Heaven." In fact, probably about fifteen years, but somehow I still remembered the song that the little girl sang during the movie. Weird, how childhood memories like that never seem to go away.


I love when the seasons change. Granted, I live in Phoenix so the changes are hardly visible, but where they do change is where my heart longs to be. I like the way the leaves fall and the snow packs and slushes. The way the trees bloom and everything feels lighter. I love the summer nights when you can feel the heat from the cement and the way fireflies dance around you. I like these changes and that is probably all I like of change.

