Elizabeth Melton Parsons

Writing~Art~Life


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Nature’s Beauty

The beauty of nature lifts the spirit. Some pretties from my yard. 🙂


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Heavenly Scented Gardenia

I have four good size Gardenia trees on one side of my house and they are beginning to bloom. So beautiful and the scent is like heaven. One of my favorite flowers.


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1929 Rolls Royce

Found the coolest thing at West Baden Springs Hotel the other day. Eric and I went to the hotel to walk around the beautiful gardens and when we went indoors we were surprised to find a car sitting under the dome in the atrium. So cool. The story of the car is the last image. Hope you enjoy the photos. 🙂


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Cookies and Poinsettias

Eric and I decided to make cookies. Bad idea since I want to lose 10 pounds and they are so good. Guess the diet will have to be put on hold. 🙂  We made snickerdoodles (my favorite), golden sprinkle, peanut butter kiss cookies (minus the peanut butter cause I’m allergic) and lots of these cute little guys. Eric decorated these. And I added the poinsettia photos because they’re pretty.


Song of the River

 

“SONG OF THE RIVER”

The snow melts on the mountain
And the water runs down to the spring,
And the spring in a turbulent fountain,
With a song of youth to sing,
Runs down to the riotous river,
And the river flows on to the sea,
And the water again
Goes back in rain
To the hills where it used to be.
And I wonder if Life’s deep mystery
Isn’t much like the rain and the snow
Returning through all eternity
To the places it used to know.

For life was born on the lofty heights
And flows in a laughing stream
To the river below
Whose onward flow
Ends in a peaceful dream.
And so at last,
When our life has passed
And the river has run its course,
It again goes back,
O’er the selfsame track,
To the mountain which was its source.

So why prize life
Or why fear death,
Or dread what is to be?
The river ran its allotted span
Till it reached the silent sea.
Then the water harked back to the mountaintop
To begin its course once more.

So we shall run the course begun
Till we reach the silent shore,
Then revisit earth in a pure rebirth
From the heart of the virgin snow.
So don’t ask why we live or die,
Or wither, or when we go,
Or wonder about the mysteries
That only God may know.

Clear Dotby William Randolph Hearst

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