Hope Springs Eternal

 

Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

-Alexander Pope,
An Essay on Man, Epistle I, 1733

Summer Soon

You wait anxiously for spring
It arrives anticlimatically
So your attention wanders to summer
And you pray for
Summer to come on the breath of clouds




he called his mother today she wants a ride to grocery store who knows when

These are so pretty right now in this color and the deep purple color they are in our yard and over the entire town and are so pretty