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It’s not yet Valentine’s, but I’m feeling “in the mood” anyway.
Let’s go on a date! We could scoot around town…
(Although, this wasn’t exactly the destination I had in mind!)
Or, you can drive, and I’ll take the snapshots!
We’ll need some wine…
And a little extra cash, in case I see something that calls my name…
Every once in a while when I find myself on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, I’ll wander along Madison Avenue to take in the sights. Some boutiques are so fancy that I’m scared to even set foot inside. But I figure that there’s nothing wrong with a little harmless window shopping from time to time. Today, on my fantasy shopping trip, I bought:
And a ballotin of milk and dark chocolate bon-bons at La Maison du Chocolat!
The goods at Salumeria Rosi looked so delectable, I picked up a basket-full for my next anitpasto party (you’re all invited!)
A little further down Madison, I eyed the pastels of the macarons at Ladurée…
But decided that the colors at Asprey suited me better (not to mention that I LOVED the illustration accompanying the display!)
As I crossed the Park over to the West Side and walked the 32 blocks home, I figured…
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
The rain has been coming down all day. It was just the day for a movie with friends and then a quiet stroll home. Here’s what I saw…
Buds reaching for the sky…
and, nearer the earth, ladybugs busy at work.
Along embassy row the flowers were a bit more forbidding…
But, in the park love was blossoming.
The fountain was empty, but there was enough water coming down to fill it.
The buildings of Central Park West floated like a mirage above these red branches…
And, she seemed to fit in here.
Meanwhile, his umbrella was threatening to give up…
And, this one joined umbrella heaven.
“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.”
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)