HANNA'S WALK

A September Morning

The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet.~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 

Something bright in all!

…Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall!’ Robert Louis Stevenson

Trees

A tree is a tree – how many more do you need to look at. Ronald Reagan, California Governor