the end of may
the fragrant air is full of down,
of floating, fleecy things
from some forgotten fairy town
where all the folk wear wings.
or else the snowflakes, soft arrayed
in dainty suits of lace
have ventured back in masquerade,
spring's festival to grace.
or these, perchance, are fleets of fluff,
laden with rainbow seeds,
that count their cargo rich enough
though all its wealth be weeds.
or come they from the golden trees,
where dancing blossoms were,
that now are drifting on the breeze,
sweet ghosts of gossamer?
by katherine lee bates (1859-1929)
(photo from a family trip to the new york botanical garden, may 26, 2014)
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marisa, tsering, greg and i went to see lizette in rehab. she was doing much better and she's hoping to go home soon. it was so nice to be together and to also meet her sister-in-law, fina. afterwards, we had a late breakfast at the great neck diner, where greg had eaten last sunday.
heading home . .
in the evening, greg and i had ice cream at julietta's . .
. . lemon sorbetto and vanilla gelato.



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