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Saturday, May 17, 2008

Of flowers and poetry


Spring is my favorite time of year. I especially love lilacs. The white lilacs in these pictures are from Larry's grandmother's house in Idaho. When she moved here, she brought them with her and planted them at Larry's parents' house. These are decendents of those bushes and are growing in our backyard. I love poetry, too, and I thought these lilacs would go well with part of Walt Whitman's poem, read below.