all is promise

"in my advanced old age i entertain more delight in the beauties of nature and of art than i did in my youth.  appreciation of what is good and true and comely grows with years, and this growth, i feel sure, is in my heart as i watch the buds unfold or the flowers quivering in the meadow.  i inhale the scent of pines in the forest and hear the spiral song of the lark and All is Promise."

--l.k.