Now, of my threescore years and ten,
A. E. Housman
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
As Louie and I took our gratitude walk this morning, I marveled at the jonquils, tulips, flowering trees and the warmth of 55 degrees. I thought, “Loveliest of trees, the cherry now…” in Housman’s poem and my heart was warmed that I’d been blessed with four score springs and two!
Several friends are very ill. If I could give them anything, I’d gladly share my wellbeing.
Knitting, writing and other joys 
So very true, my dear cousin! I think our dear cousin in the last days of her life and my heart cries.
I, too, praise God for my good health at four score and three (almost four)
Love you,
Charlotte