Out at Howard's

My dear old friend Howard gave me a poem today. We both cried when Ann read it aloud. These are the last lines:
Too much in love with earth am I
To ever want to walk the sky
Too much in love with warmth and light
To seek an everlasting night

What a gorgeous day. Ann and I walked over to Zimmershed Creek. Tidy Tips and Blue Dick. Sycamore and popcorn flowers. Yet another perfect spring day.