Sunday, April 08, 2007

Easter Sunday

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all

Emily Dickinson


camojack said...

Good News!

Cassandra said...

Oh. My. Dear. Heavens.

Is this a spd rdr post I see before me? Hope has indeed returned with the Spring flowers.

Beer is a thing with bubbles
That clingeth to the mug
And effervesceth merrily
As though daring me to chug.

And sweetest, in the tap, is heard
Oh! sore must be the churl
That could forgo the tasty draught
That causeth one to hurl.

I've heard it in the chilliest mug
And in the tallest glass
And, if I quaff enough of it
'Twill knock me on my a**.

- Your smart alecky biggest-fan-except-for-maybe-Portia, who is overjoyed to see you posting.

Well, you made my day.

spd rdr said...

Um...Portia posted this. I have been derelict lately.
It is very beautiful, Portia. Thank you.

Cassandra said...


Looked for the usual "Posted by Portia" at the bottom, and didn't see it.

My bad.

Cassandra said...

And yes, it was, Portia.

Thank you once again.

spd rdr said...

That's a peach of a picture, kid.
The more I look at it, the more I am stunned by the perfection of youth.

How come they have to grow into teenagers?

portia said...

That photo has been haunting me for months. I'm glad I found an opportunity to post it. Let's not mess it up with talk of teenagers, or grown-ups:)

Thanks Cass. Actually, it's "my bad" for not including the "posted by Portia" tag. I'm beyond busy these days to find the time to say much (even if I still have too much to say:)) but I'm committed to keeping a "light" on at HH. Just in case....