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Thanks, Joe. You've got a birdseye view of same.

Hey, Joe! Who planted that cute little spruce tree on the top of the mountain? Looks like it loves it up way there, and I'll look for lights on it at Christmas.

You're right and wrong, UJ. Right about the dates, wrong about my understanding and application of the laws. As for Katherine, need I remind YOU of all posters, that "The sinners have more fun."

Such a beautiful spring. The lilacs are in full bloom, even tho it's still COLD in the ams. Brrrr. Winter coat this am.

This time of year, I re-read the sorrowful epic poem by Walt Whitman, then living as a pauper, in NYC.
"When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed." 1865-6. It tells of the funeral procession carrying Abraham Lincoln's body, back to Springfield Illinois from Wash. D.C. by train. Lincoln was assassinated on April 16,1865, at the Ford Theater, only a few days, before the Confederacy collapsed, bringing the Civil War to an end, after 6 long bloody years, of Lincoln's efforts to bring unity. Whitman, clearly a man with overt symtoms of depression, had been watching a star, an "orb" in the sky, "declining".... at the time of lilacs blooming, but he couldn't decifer its message. Line 193; "Passing I leave thee, lilac, with heart shaped leaves. I leave thee there in the dooryard, blooming, returning with spring. Line 205; "Lilac and star and bird entwined with the chant of my soul."
Our whole country, and most of the world joined in deep sorrow, at Lincoln's death, in the time of lilacs blooming, its scent wafting over hill and dale, city and prairie, ocean, lake and riverfront. In high school, we had a whole huge hedge of it bordering the driveway. It was meaningful to me, that our public hs English teacher was the one who introduced me to Whitman.s poem, intertwining our History and English classes, leaving a life long impression on me. It was published in Whitman's "Leaves of Grass," an epic collection describing some of our country's growth and expansion, westward.