little things
little drops of water,
little grains of sand,
make the mighty ocean
and the pleasant land.
thus the little minutes,
humble though they be,
make the mighty ages
of eternity.
by julia abigail fletcher carney (1823 - 1908)
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breakfast with sour cream coffee cake, fried egg and poetry book (and cappuccino and first unitarian of brooklyn zoom meeting).
in the evening everyone returned from their excursions (morgan from visiting a friend uptown, greg from a walk, chanda from the gym and me from a short babysitting date) to have dinner together. morgan was the chef this evening and managed to whip up a delicious dinner in a very short time. it was all very innovative and delicious.
mozzarella with basil, olive oil and tomatoes, soppressata and provolone, hot green peppers with cilantro and lemon juice, cracked green sicilian olives, roasted green beans and peppers and italian semolina bread . .
and spaghetti with shitake mushrooms in a cream sauce . .
and two hands of may i . .
What a beautiful time together! Like the old golden days :). The food also looks really delicious.
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DeleteOh, and I have heard that poem before, maybe it is in Live Ed?
DeleteIt could very well be. I found it in a book of American poetry my parents gave me a long time ago.
DeleteI found something interesting about the poem here.
DeleteOh, that's a sweet story of how she made it up - impromptu.
DeleteMy poetry book didn't use the last name of Carney for her. Perhaps she didn't always use it.
DeleteCarney was her husband's name, maybe when your book was put together originally, she had not been married?
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