After a few years in advertising, writing reams of persuasive prose, I finally realized my true calling, went back to graduate school, and became a teacher, first in a public high school, then as a docent at the Merchant’s House Museum in New York City. Now, retired from teaching out loud, I silently share my thoughts with anyone who wants to listen.
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I wondered too. The Forsythia was late in blooming and spring late in coming, for sure. I love the Tennyson quote. I’ll use it next year when the Forsythia blooms!
“Nothing gold can stay.” So true and yet it does seem to always return. This year I really wondered if it would EVER come.
Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last – far off – at last to all,
And every winter change to spring.
Tennyson
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I wondered too. The Forsythia was late in blooming and spring late in coming, for sure. I love the Tennyson quote. I’ll use it next year when the Forsythia blooms!
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