End of 2011

 This is the last entry for the year and also the last entry for this blog.  So I thought I would end it with an early 20th century poem.

                The Year

What can be said in New Year rhymes,
that's not been said a thousand times?

The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.

We rise up laughing with the light,
we lie down weeping with the night.

We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and cry for wings.

We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of the year.
             Ella Wheeler Willcox

I look forward to spending the next year with you and look forward to your comments and suggestions.

Until 2012
Be kind to one another

My new blog, which will start tomorrow is called  Celebrating the Simple Life.