"No Round Up"

I have been swamped this week and haven't had any time for surfing, but I wanted to make a few comments.

It's my least favorite time of the year. Daylight Savings Time (DST). I hate, loathe, despise this time of the year. I am not a summer person and having it be daylight at 9:00 at night is just a ridiculous notion to me. A. and I both get to work at 6:30 a.m. and we have been enjoying these wonderful mornings coming to work in the light. Oh well, my whining isn't going to do a damn thing about it so I'll just have to suffer through until my favorite month October.

For those of you in the Washington, DC area the blossoms are out and they are " a pink profusion of pulchritudinous petals". This week, until April 9th, is the National Cherry Blossom Festival. We go past the Tidal Basin every day and all 3000 trees are really showing off. No matter how many times I see them it still takes my breath away.


Have a wonderful weekend. Hopefully I'll have a bit of time next week for the round up.

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.~ Joyce Kilmer, "Trees," 1914 ~