Sunday March 17, 1963, The Frances Hubbard Diaries
Sunday. Beautiful in pm. Cloudy in am clearing in pm 50 no wind snow melting fast but ground nearly covered yet. Carol and I went to church, but didn't stay for Sunday school. Clifton didn’t feel a bit good. David and Sue some better. Bob and Bill here at night a few minutes.Comment: Not sure who Bob and Bill are...weather seems to be clearing, here is a previous post about the seasons on the Hill.....
And the seasons would come and the seasons would go
And our whole world would change with the flow,
As the sharp verdant springtime resolved in soft focus
And the hills drowned in summer's warm glow.
In Autumn, the mountains were like purple haze that muted fall colors soaked through,
Then winter's keen breath brought the snow and white frost...
And another new year to us, too.
And the seasons would come and the seasons would go
And our whole world would change with the flow,
As the sharp verdant springtime resolved in soft focus
And the hills drowned in summer's warm glow.
In Autumn, the mountains were like purple haze that muted fall colors soaked through,
Then winter's keen breath brought the snow and white frost...
And another new year to us, too.
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