Yesterday Wayne and I stopped at Grist Mill Park. The sky and mood lent itself to reflecting on the somber meaning of Memorial Day.
We walk on starry fields of white
And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight
We rarely offer praises.
We sigh for some supreme delight
To crown our lives with splendor,
And quite ignore our daily store
Of pleasures sweet and tender.
Our cares are bold and push their way
Upon our thought and feeling.
They hand about us all the day,
Our time from pleasure stealing.
So unobtrusive many a joy
We pass by and forget it,
But worry strives to own our lives,
And conquers if we let it.
Wayne and I went up to L.L.Bean in Freeport to buy him a new belt, but of course also to watch the charming July 4th parade! Continue reading “Happy Fourth of July!”