[Kathy in Alaska]

Good Sunday to The Dragonflies' Lair.

Shake My Mother's Hand For Me

There's No Greater Time Than Now

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, everyone!



Ah! Sun-flower

Ah, Sun-flower! weary of time
Who countest the steps of the sun
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done:

Where the Youth pined away with desire
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow
Arise from their graves and aspire
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

—William Blake