THE GOOD-MORROW.
by John Donne
I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ?
'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear ;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west ?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.
My little actress sister! She's a stunner!
Front porch greenery. My sad little fig tree has been shocked, hailed on, and wilted, but still lives! 
My leaf costers. There are plans for leaf costers for each season (props to Shara-Berra!)
Yours truely.
My tomato plants are flowering!
The green mtns are so pretty!
This is my sexy outdoors man!
This is the snake that surprised us while hiking, right after I commented on how roots in the path make me think of snakes. 0.o
