THEN AND NOW – HERE AND THERE

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(16 June 2012 – Well, corn is on sale at Safeway and very plentiful at the local Farmer's Market.  I really enjoy adding corn to salads, soups, salsa, and especially to my homemade corn bread (fresh corn kernels adds a great texture for a Tex Mex cornbread recipe). 

Below is a short offering I wrote, in which I mention how Summer is a time for leisure and fun -- to be enjoyed while one may, for Winter is not far behind those Summer days where one must forage for the good times. 

Also, below is my maternal Cousin Emily Elizabeth Dickinson's poem #930, in which she writes of her reflections on Summer and harvesting of corn and rose blooms turning into hose hips / seeds, having a sad face that turns bright red with cheer in time, feeling both the warmth of Summer and the frosty sorrow of Winter, and finally comparing our Summer and our Winter feelings and circumstance and wondering which really one prefers.  dht) 

  

THERE IS a Time for Summer play –

A moment of Joy before it strays.

WHERE IS the Age for Winter forage –

A blink of an eye before all's rendered passage.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr]

  

 There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed —
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed

As should a Face supposed the Grave's
Emerge a single Noon
In the Vermilion that it wore
Affect us, and return —

Two Seasons, it is said, exist —
The Summer of the Just,
And this of Ours, diversified
With Prospect, and with Frost —

May not our Second with its First
So infinite compare
That We but recollect the one
The other to prefer?

[Poem #930 by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson]