“Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.
The Hour, and the Clime –
Each Circumstance unknown,
What Constancy must be achieved
Before it see the Sun!” (Emily Dickinson)

My mom in her 20’s
Hi Everyone, Emily Dickinson’s poem, Longing is like the Seed, has a twofold meaning for me. Yes, I am longing for spring as many of us are right now. But I am also longing to get back to the blog I started in honor of my mom and create something that will both satisfy that longing and please my mom if she were still alive.
I took a couple of weeks off from my blog after the passing of my sweet dog and I’m trying to slowly make my way back; please bear with me. My new camera remained untouched for two weeks.
As a result, I am still in beginner’s mode with my camera. I took this picture early one morning. It looks like a city of gold and it also happens to be our state’s capital, Concord, NH.