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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with blooms along the bow And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide.   Now of my three score years and ten Twenty will not come again. And take from seventy springs a score It leaves me only fifty more.   And since to look…
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Roll into dark Roll into light Night becomes day Day turns to night It’s a lovely song we sing at Beth Am at the start of Shabbath on Friday evenings.  Watching the sun go down Friday night, focused to the west on the end of the secular day, I thought of this song and remembered…
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The daffodils are almost all gone.  Now it seems that there are lilacs everywhere – although none planted yet on Sunnyhill. The leaves on the trees are full sized now, and no longer have that brand new sheen.  Trees reach across the roads to each other, often making a green canyon, and sometimes a tunnel.…
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We came home after dark last night, and as I turned the light on in the kitchen, I thought I saw something flit across the living room.  A big moth perhaps? But then, after the lights were on I saw Charlie jumping at something dark on the floor near the table.  Jay was close enough…
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There is so much going on, it’s hard to keep up.  The world has gone from black and white to technicolor. There are green fields full of sunshine-yellow dandelions and big yellow mounds of marsh marigolds.  There are daffodils everywhere, and the first slim, curving branches of forsythia covered with yellow blooms and bright green…
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When I  wrote last we were getting ready to leave for California.  Most of the snow was gone, but driving to the Albany Airport on a cold, grey day we still saw patches of snow. Back on Sunnyhill just a couple of weeks later, spring is well underway. The brownish grasses that survived the winter…
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Yesterday, the crocuses were pushing their way up through the snow, and our geese (which you can just see at the side of the road) were searching under the snow for bugs to eat.  Today, most of that snow is gone. Venus and the moon were brilliant last night in the deep blue evening sky. …
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The ice has been gone from the neighbor’s pond for several days. Our pair of geese have been wandering together near the driveway and out in Zen’s field.  There are bluebirds at the nesting boxes, and a crowd of tree swallows have been diving back and forth over those same boxes quite aggressively.  I’m rooting…
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Six years ago today I was just 19 miles from here at The Plains in Oneonta where Dad’s life was ending.  Mom had died just 14 months earlier in their home in Sharon, Connecticut. Tamar and Aviva persuaded Dad that he couldn’t live there alone, and Aviva and Peter found a lovely place for him…
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A mockingbird sings its long, complicated tune just outside the sanctuary.  Inside, Rabbi Janet speaks of Harvey.  Her voice cracks often with emotion.  The large, beautiful room, is filled with people who loved and admired Harvey – the inmost circle of family in the front row, and behind them row upon row of friends and…
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