“Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine.
A million tomorrows shall all pass away,
‘Ere I forget all the joys that are mine,
A dear old campfire song, which I have mentioned
before, comes to mind when it is Spring, along with
meeting for a hike, park visits, looking at nature and
fun moments ahead.
I received an early ‘picture message’ on my cell phone
today. It brightened my morning and started this busy
day off with a good message. It was from my youngest
brother, about his latest race.
Rich Oldrieve ran in the Bach Race, winning first place,
with his golden retriever beside him. His ‘catchy’ message
“First man, First dog, First Bach Race.”
(Held on Baldwin Wallace campus, benefiting the BW
Singers, honoring Bach’s music.)
I hiked for three miles or more, with…
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