The Bee Hive

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Monday, September 25, 2006


I took this photo by the church last Friday. He climbed up on the stump of the huge old Chinese Tallow tree. It has new growth coming up all around it, making it a sort of large shrub with a large diameter tree stump in the middle. (Click to enlarge.)

Besides the Autumn poets sing

Besides the Autumn poets sing
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the Haze --

A few incisive Mornings --
A few Ascetic Eves --
Gone -- Mr. Bryant's "Golden Rod" --
And Mr. Thomson's "sheaves."

Still, is the bustle in the Brook --
Sealed are the spicy valves --
Mesmeric fingers softly touch
The Eyes of many Elves --

Perhaps a squirrel may remain --
My sentiments to share --
Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind --
Thy windy will to bear!

Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886


At 9/27/2006 10:42 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi, little tree munchkin! You're so cute.

Great Aunt Jan


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