God Bless The Grass
By Malvina Reynolds

God bless the grass that grows through the crack.
They roll the concrete over it to try and keep it back.
The concrete gets tired of what it has to do,
It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows thru,
And God bless the grass.
God bless the truth that fights toward the sun,
They roll the lies over it and think that it is done.
It moves through the ground and reaches for the air,
And after a while it is growing everywhere,
And God bless the grass.
God bless the grass that breaks through cement,
It’s green and it’s tender and it’s easily bent,
But after a while it lifts up it’s head,
For the grass is living and the stone is dead.
And God bless the grass.
God bless the grass that’s gentle and low
Its roots they are deep and it’s will is to grow.
And God bless the truth, the friend of the poor,
And the wild grass growing at the poor man’s door,
And God bless the grass

Happy Fourth.
Love,
Dara

Memorial Day
Annette Wynne

Is it enough to think to-day
Of all our brave, then put away
The thought until a year has sped?
Is this full honor for our dead?

Is it enough to sing a song
And deck a grave; and all year long
Forget the brave who died that we
Might keep our great land proud and free?

Full service needs a greater toll —
That we who live give heart and soul
To keep the land they died to save
And be ourselves, in turn, the brave!

To all Mom’s everywhere (pet Mom’s too!)  Have a wonderful Mother’s Day.

Love Dara and Co.

Here in Boston, it’s c-c-c-cold (-13, yes that’s minus 13 degrees as I write this) and snowy (getting a blizzard today through tomorrow with lots of snow) but Romance has a way of making everything warm : ) So grab your honey- or a good book (or both!) and cuddle the day away.
Love and Arrows,
Dara

Happy Thanksgiving!

Psst, pass the green bean casserole…
Have a wonderful holiday.

Love,
Dara

Looks like she has her Labor Day weekend planned :) Ha! You go, vintage girl.

Have a great day, everybody!

Love,
Dara

Happy 4th everybody!

Love,
Dara

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow;
I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain;
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush;
I am in the graceful rush.

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.

I am the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

– Mary Frye (1932)

Mom
by Jennifer R. Courcy

The tears, The years, The hurt, The fears,
The lies, The ties, The days, and Goodbyes
And then the light shines through,
It’s you.
All the fears I hold inside and
All the tears that leave my eyes,
Evaporate because of you,
You hold the nature of pure and true.
When I need strength, I picture you,
And all the times that you’ve been through,
You are my sanity, inspiration, and song,
But you’re more than that, you are my mom.
They say that child and mother are bonded from birth,
But you were the first one I loved when I saw this Earth,
Your heart breeds love and your spirit seeps strength,
Because I will love you past eternities length.
After all I’ve said, I don’t think you understand,
That I will always be there to hold your hand!

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY with love, Dara

“May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks,
May your heart be as light as a song,
May each day bring you bright, happy hours
That stay with you all the year long!”

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!
Green Hugs and Green Beer to everyone!
Love, Dara