Is it the last rose of summer perhaps? Might be in Europe. The original poem by this name was written by Thomas More in 1805, according to the link. But the tone is altogether too maudlin for this blogger, who sees more cheerful prospects than did Thomas. But then, he was Irish. True, the "fond ones have flown": but that does not stop us finding a bit of fun until they return once more into our sadly depleted orbit.Actually, it's just a dogwood in spring. Not just a dogwood, but the dogwood inspired by our first sojourn in the United States, where the dogwoods flowered impressively around us. Other flowers are blooming over there now, and pleasing; while congratulating Mr President, I join those who feel that, like judging the French revolution, it's too early to say.
And speaking of trees, which we have not for a while, the next photo, taken in Berlin some time ago, is posted to mark the closure pro tem of the Office of Family Representation in that thriving and artistic city. The Representative hopes the closure will be temporary. Central Office commends the Diasporic Outpost warmly for his outstanding achievements - and for maintaining a tight level of security on any possibly more questionable activities - and wishes him well for the next centrifugal phase of creative endeavour.
