Tulips, love and rainbows on the path least traveled…

Diary from the path least traveled..

From the poem Journey of Self Discovery.;

I my setting on a journey of my own,
The mistakes I make shall be mine,
The regrets shall be my defined,
Its fall or rise,
Time will play a key role,
As Frost said,
I have an option of two paths ahead of me,
One pre decided by my ancestors,
less risky and challenging,
Other of my own,
I decide to take the less travelled one,
To mark on journey of my own.
(Illahi Bedi)

“The one who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The one who walks alone, is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been.” Albert Einstein

Hello Diary,

It’s another Friday morning…. winter has passed on for the most part and with the pleasant weather the first part of the week, the yard and gardens are starting to grow… the lilac bush has just started to bud leaves being late this year…

Usually blooming first part of April and indicating the start of mushroom hunting season… while not quite as enjoyable, it is easier to go to the store to purchase them… the tulips were late this year also..

And discussing gardens brought to mind a poem I had penned…

Garden Flowers…

A bouquet of flowers from my garden,
Their beauty need not be told,
Their fragrance is soothing and lovely
A pleasant scent for one to behold.

They remind me of you, my love
Whose beauty from within you do share,
Sharing sunshine, understanding and laughter
Sowing the seeds of love and happiness in the air.

This bouquet was picked for you, my love
For coming into my world, my dear friend,
For giving sunshine, laughter, love and happiness
For which I know… will never end.
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller May 5, 2008)

With the pleasant weather the backyard, activity by the creatures accelerated also, so much so that this particular squirrel had to take a break…. 🙂

Returning to trivia/memories briefly, I were ask how I acquired the nickname of Dutch…well, trying to keep this brief (is that cheering I hear??? ), I am of German ancestry, my roots going back to far Western Germany that was once known as Prussia… I was born and raised here in the prairies in an area predominately settled by people of German ancestry and the area became affectionately known as “Dutch Flats”…
When I was in Vietnam, the USO had a program known as “PenPals” (this was before emails and texting) and I got connected with a family from Northern Illinois ( I and my late wife did meet them after I returned from Vietnam and continued to communicate with them)…..we shared information about ourselves and the children decided I needed a nickname so they started calling me Dutch… they would start sending letters with Dutch in the address and soon everyone in the unit were calling me Dutch, though I have rarely used the nickname that much personally… and that is how I got the nickname Dutch…. 🙂

Because it is spring, love is in full bloom and as you can tell love is laced in this blog… 🙂 thought I would share a poem that were penned by a friend of mine who had lived in Skendleby, England.. in her early years she was a writer for the paper and a poet (she was a distant cousin to Elizabeth Barrett Browning)… over the years we shared thoughts, poetry, etc….her pen name was Chris E. Clark and she passed away in 2014 at the age of 89…

The Man I Love!
He knows me
Better than I know myself!
And yet – in the World view of us –
We do not know each other!
.
He loves me!
(More than I love myself!)
And yet – as the World knows Love –
We’ve never touched each other!
.
He moves me!
As no other man has done;
Because – could the World’s eyes see –
Each of us IS the other!
.(penned by Chris E. Clark 10-8-2011)

Remember, Diary… just because you feel someone doesn’t love you as much as they should, doesn’t mean they do not love you with all that they have!!…

“Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other”. Felix Adler

Better go now, finish the day and prepare for possible storms… venture on down the path Least traveled, every day an adventure, following the rainbow…but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Yes, Kermie and I are following the rainbow, getting to the end does not matter as much as all the life we witnessed while in search for the end of the rainbow…