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Poem for Friday and Lewis Ginter Art


Fireflies in the Garden
By Robert Frost

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.

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I made up for being home Tuesday and Wednesday by being out all day Thursday -- first some shopping (AC Moore and Michaels, totally unsuccessfully), then lunch with Kay at Tara Thai and a walk around Washingtonian Lake, then more shopping (Target, successful in that I only bought Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 and three pairs of $1 Halloween socks), then meeting Paul at home and going to have dinner with Karen at Mellow Mushroom in Rockville Town Center (calzones, yum).

When we got home, we watched the next three episodes of The Tick around the start of the Ravens-Saints preseason game, which Baltimore managed to win by one point. (Washington beat Tampa Bay too, though the Orioles and Nationals both broke their streaks.) Happy Labor Day weekend if you're in the U.S.! Here are some photos from Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden's Wild Art exhibition, intended to show off the garden as natural community art experience involving both regional artists and garden visitors:

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Walking Sticks by Susann Whittier

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Earth Healer by Edward Miller

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Turtle Island by Colleen Hall

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A Butterfly’s Journey by Cathy Vaughn

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Gonbad by Leila Ehtesham

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The Music House by John M. Holland

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Children's Garden

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West Wing Cottage
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