Autumn, the year’s last, lovliest smile.
- W. C. Bryant

Can you imagine?  More than a month has passed since my last weblog entry.  You know the old saying, “Time flies when you’re having fun!”  ‘Tis true, ’tis pity; and pity ’tis, ’tis true, to quote the Bard.  I’ve been having a jolly old time, just reading and thinking and working and dreaming–and enjoying the beautiful Springtime!  Let me share my joy with you…

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come…
Song of Solomon 2:12

The Lion of Judah, the Lamb that was slain,
In power and glory has risen to reign;
He only is worthy, none else could prevail,
To conquer the dragon and open the seal.

- from the hymn, The Lion of Judah

Justin and Audra and baby Elinor gave me three red roses.

…  Right here in our own house, just waiting to be photographed!

Will you tell me which one you like best?

Just last month, my sisters and I sang at a Sweethearts’ Dinner, held in the tiny town of Terrace, Minnesota. The church basement was packed with 100 husbands and wives (and soon-to-be-marrieds), enjoying a romantic candlelight dinner. During the meal, we girls were hiding in the sanctuary, trying to control our nervousness as the time drew closer for our performance. The time came; we forged ahead; the audience smiled and clapped; we were walking on air!

The video recording above is of the “lovely little Lennon Sisters” singing the lighthearted love song, Melodie D’Amour. We listened to the clip over and over, and fashioned our own acapella version to sing at the Sweethearts’ Dinner. It is such a merry tune! I hope you enjoy it.

I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen,
Of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were,
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall never see.

For still there are so many things
That I have never seen:
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago,
And people who will see a world
That I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door.

– J. R. R. Tolkien

Walk in the light, and thine shall be,
A path, though thorny, bright!
For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee,
And God, Himself, is light.

– From the hymn, Walk in the Light