This issue's pictorial focus is on spring in Utah with an emphasis on two major gardens, Red Butte and the Thanksgiving Point "Tulip Festival."


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  • Two Poems: Where does the trail lead? and Home Church
  • Vignette this Month: The Comfort of Familiarity
  • Recommendations


    ............ A scene from the Tulip Festival

    Opening Comments from Bob

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Spring in Utah: I have found that almost anywhere you live or visit that spring is a beautiful time of year. This issue has a feast of spring colors, primarily from pictures taken at two Salt Lake City gardens, Red Butte and Thanksgiving Point with its annual "Tulip Festival." Over 250,000 tulips including over 100 varieties are displayed. This issue contains two poems, Where does the trail lead? and Home Church. Both are somewhat serious, the second being a bit more lighthearted. I trust you will enjoy.

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Spring is beginning to show in this late March picture taken just outside of Midway, UT.

.Two Poems

Where does the trail lead?

The mysterious lies before us
      with cliffs and mountains to scale.
We follow the trail.
In the valleys, the sun rises and the rains fall.

With cliffs and mountains to scale
      blizzard air sends chills to the core.
In the valleys, the sun rises and the rains fall.
At night the stars serve as our guide.

Blizzard air sends chills to the core.
We follow the trail.
At night the stars serve as our guide.
The mysterious lies before us

Comment: I hope you enjoyed my first efforts of a French Pantoum. This poetic form is derived from a Malay verse form consisting of an indefinite number of quatrains with the second and fourth lines of each quatrain repeated as the first and third lines of the following one. Even more importantly, I hope it touched you.

Home Church

A over decade has passed
      since my last visit.
I enter with dear friend Doug.
The minister is new,
      and unfamiliar faces peer.
Upon further scrutiny
      the congregation remains
      much the same,
      only the hair, whiter or sparser.
Soon Bill and then Jenny
      and others welcome me back
      to the church where decades ago
      I was confirmed.
The familiar returns
      as I join friends in worship.

Comment: Little explanation is needed. The vignette below also speaks to familiarity and its importance. If you have time, please read. When I return again to Ohio, chances are likely that I will again attend the church of my youth and speak longer with those whom I didn't have time on my last visit.

In early April in Ohio, Spring was dragging her feet. Pictured is a picnic area at Clear Fork reservoir. My sister told me that the following week after my return the snow had disappeared.


A young boy on the run or is it the Canadian goose?


A fanciful scene at the Tulip Festival


The above and below pictures were taken at Red Butte Gardens in Salt Lake City


Vignette this Month: The Comfort of Familiarity

The older I become the more I realize the importance of the familiar. Some seek to avoid that as I often did in my youth. New adventures were my passion as I traveled and explored the world. Please don't misunderstand, I still enjoy such experiences, but they are no longer my driving force. Now, I find comfort and embrace events such as described in the above poem regarding my return visit to the church of my youth. I am at the age where you look back on life and rejoice in those moments that at one time were taken for granted. There is comfort in the knowledge that my spouse accepts me despite my many flaws. Friends provide support beyond mere talk of sports and the mundane. When former students come up to me, laughing and smiling, making comments that any teacher would love, I believe I might have made a difference.

I try to return to Ohio every six to eight weeks to visit my ninety-two year old mother and my sisters. We have a routine on each visit, two trips, one to a favorite Indian restaurant and the other, a Japanese one. At both, upon entering, we are greeted as friends. While there, I know that I will be exposed to many TV shows that I didn't realize existed. My moans regarding the shows are a running joke between my sister, mom, and me. Again, familiarity!

On this recent Ohio visit I caught up with a friend who recently experienced a great loss in his life. We spoke and reminisced about the past along along with our thoughts on the current political climate. We both agreed if only the country followed our advice. (Who doesn't believe that?) Despite the absence over the years, we spoke as if we were never apart.

A new familiarity I am loving is being near my son and his wonderful family. Janice and I rejoice in that opportunity. Ultimately, I believe most of us find comfort in life's familiarity.

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The Tulip Festival displays over 250,000 tulips including over 100 varieties.


Take time to savor beauty!

Oh yes, if you happen to visit Thanksgiving Point, enjoy lunch at the Trellis Cafe–incredibly delicious food and service.

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More from the Tulip Festival at Thanksgiving Point


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A mother and daughter taking a selfie.



Shots taken at Red Butte Gardens in Salt Lake City

Shots taken at the Thanksgiving Point "Tulip Festival" in Salt Lake City


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