Dad
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Powered by Blogger.
Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
© 2015 light-in-leaves. Justine Template designed by Georgia Lou Studios All rights reserved.
Oh my goodness! If the film quality wasn't older, I wouldn't have been able to tell! I love to see how genes pop up in a family.
ReplyDeleteHelp me out with a theory I'm forming here: as a child, did your father, in fact, obsess about sprinkler heads and/or car wash brushes and/or fwuffballs?
ReplyDeleteFolks, I think we've a physics genius in the works, here.
mjetr.