sunday morning poem

the michaelmas daisy

last smile of the departing year,

thy sister sweets are flown;

thy pensive wreath is far more dear,

from blooming thus alone.

thy tender blush, thy simple frame,

unnoticed might have past;

but now thou contest with softer claim,

the loveliest and the last.

sweet are the charms in thee we find,

emblem of hope's gay wing;

'tis thine to call past bloom to mind,

to promise future spring.

by letitia elizabeth landon (1802-1838)

late afternoon walk to the river

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kendall has been wanting to get aurélien up on a horse . . 

she said he was very apprehensive at first, and it was hard to get him up there, but the people at the stable were patient and encouraging. from the big smile on his face, it was well worth the work!

he even got to help put the saddle away.