Owing to the wonders of “social media,” this old entry has been making the rounds lately. Phelps Putnam’s “Hasbrouck and the Rose” is a delightful poem.
And I repeat: For artificial flowers, there must be artificial hummingbirds.
In other news, early yesterday morning, an unknown bicycle rider was seen riding
off with what he thought was our newspaper, but which turned out to be the cheap advertiser that’s dumped on our sidewalk once a week. Not that there’s much difference.