The Cloud Speaks

Sunrise at Cape May Harbor… photo  by Joe Evangelista Here’s a wonderful poem  by Percy B. Shelley: The Cloud I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken

Tourist

( at Joyce’s Tower, Sandycove, Dublin, Ireland, 1970)   All my life I have loved travelling and being a tourist, but as I grow older, I’m very happy to stay at home. This poem, by George Jonas, is about just that.     The Circle Narrows It is quite possible that our common thoughts come

My Summer Garden

I have not written in this blog for many weeks;  my mind has been occupied with the ideas from the conferences I’ve been attending.  But even more, it’s been occupied with my new garden, which is now displaying the fruits of my plantings and transplantings and plannings. Here’s what it looked like in August of 2015: