Poetry: Winter to Spring by Irvin W. Underhill
Did not I remember that my hair is grey
With only a fringe of it left,
I’d follow your footsteps from wee break of day
Till night was of moon-light bereft.
Lyrical: Hometown by Sarah Jarosz
What makes a life complete?/Roads traveled and people you meet?/Or is it just the silence/Of the times in between?
Quote: “As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.” – Carl Jung
Recipe: Berry Blitz Torte
Anywhere But Here: Pooh Bear’s Corner, Monga, Australia