Farewell, old year; we walk no more together....

 My boy Florek:


Farewell, old year; we walk no more together; I catch the sweetness of thy latest sigh, And, crowned with yellow brake and withered heather, I see thee stand beneath this cloudy sky. Here in the dim light of a grey December We part in smiles, and yet we met in tears; Watching thy chilly dawn, I well remember I thought: thee saddest-born of all the years.     

SARAH DOUDNEY
Again so sad, dark rainy day- no pics..... Fortunately I have some photos taken a year ago....:













































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