In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd
palings,
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich
green,
with many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I
love,
With every leaf a miracle - and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.


- Walt Whitman,
Leaves of Grass, 1865

Hi Lisa, Hope everything is as excellent as it can be. I hope that the coming year is even better than that for you. Love Henry