The Heart’s Summer

By Epes Sargent


THE COLD blast at the casement beats;
The window-panes are white;
The snow whirls through the empty streets;
It is a dreary night!
Sit down, old friend, the wine-cups wait;
Fill to o’erflowing, fill!
Though winter howleth at the gate,
In our hearts ’t is summer still!

For we full many summer joys
And greenwood sports have shared,
When, free and ever-roving boys,
The rocks, the streams, we dared;
And, as I looked upon thy face,
Back, back o’er years of ill,
My heart flies to that happy place,
Where it is summer still.

Yes, though like sere leaves on the ground,
Our early hopes are strown,
And cherished flowers lie dead around,
And singing birds are flown,
The verdure is not faded quite,
Not mute all tones that thrill;
And seeing, hearing thee to-night,
In my heart ’t is summer still.

Fill up! The olden times come back
With light and life once more;
We scan the Future’s sunny track
From Youth’s enchanted shore;
The lost return: through fields of bloom
We wander at our will;
Gone is the winter’s angry gloom,—
In our hearts ’t is summer still.

New Blog

http://scrapsandscrapes.blogspot.com/
This is the blog I started shortly before I got sick.

Happy New Year

I had a trip to the hospital on October 30th in the rescue squad and emergency surgery. It seems I had a ruptured aneurysm and then was in a coma for a couple weeks. Right now I'm back home and doing a lot of exercising to strengthen my muscles. I have home health to help me. Will be back to normal very soon but can't run and jump yet. I did not have access to a computer for most of this time. I'm sad to have missed Halloween and Thangsgiving but I did make it home for Christmas.

Almost Halloween

Northwest

Looking South

Towards the East...backyard

The North side of my house


Owen and Hali, my silly grandchildren...posing with pretend smiles

I love you guys!

I have a big bin of dress up clothes for them and they are deciding what they want to be for Halloween

Poem

I hacked into the old history of the Internet and came across my first blog from 2004. One of the entries was this poem by Robert Frost

Thursday, September 30, 2004
11:39:49 AM EDT
October
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow! For the grapes' sake,
if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost
-- For the grapes' sake along the wall.

....Robert Frost

Daddy

War, what is it good for...absolutely nothing.

As summer fades, this is what's in bloom, etc.

Some of the garden critters

I'll write the name as soon as I remember it...have lots of these

Pretty littly dainty pink flowers in the pink garden

Also in the pink garden

It's not quite four o clock

One of the Morning Glories peeking out of the fence

These are the size of dinner plates, I have white and pink ones

The is the after bloom of my sweet autumn clematis

My thorn apple tree waiting for the birds of winter