Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
Hope is sweet-minded and sweet-eyed. It draws pictures; it weaves fancies; it fills the future with delight.
Henry Ward Beecher (1813-1887) was an American pastor and abolitionist.
Winter moves aside
Spring rains water faithful seeds—
Summer flowers bloom
Backyard garden plot
This farmer never retires—
Hands in richest earth
Hearing crack of bat
Season of baseball returns—
Stealing one more base
Finally, spring bursting free
Playful nature shares its toys
At long last, wintertime flees
Every blossom spreading joy
Until needed later on
Winter’s layers stored away
Coats, scarves, hats, mittens . . . all gone!
Cooler clothing on its way
Every day, more green arrives
Essence of freshly cut grass
Sun leads chorus of high fives
More sparkling than clearest glass
Clouds away on vacation
Big sky forming overhead
Gardens erupt with color
Warmer days racing ahead
Farmers ready to sow crops
Stewards of earth’s blessed land
Fed with sun and rainy drops
Autumn’s harvest soon at hand
Big Sky Buckeye 