A health to our future, asign for our past,
We love, we remember, we hope to the last,
And for all the base lies that the almanacs hold,
While we've youth in our hearts we can never grow old.

Oliver Wendell Holmes

"And silence, like a poultice, comes to heal the blows of sound."

Summer Art Show

The people at the House of Hope church did a nice job of installing the artwork. A couple of "penny rugs" were included that Robin had made. They were displayed on two nice wooden tables.