ENTRY #SIXTEEN

Dad New Office, originally uploaded by Tomato Specialist.

Good Morning to you.We have finally got every thing working pretty good. So we hope to be showing some interesting pictures soon We are well pleased with our new camera, just slowly learning to use it. This is Sunday morning 10-31-04 at 4 A.M. All for today, hope to get started Monday morning. BYE BYE

ENTRY # FIFTEEN

Good Morning.

It's a nice morning in Tennessee, at 7:45 the tempeature is 52 , with a high of 75 expected today. I don't have my pictures ready yet, so I am going to post a poem that I like written by Edgar Guest.
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Old Age.

I used to think that growing old was reckoned just in years, But who can name the very date when weariness appears ? I find no stated time when man, obedient to a law, Must settle in an easy chair and from the world withdraw. Old age is rather curious, or so it seems to me, I know old men at forty and young men at seventy-three.

Some men keep all their friendships warm, and welcome friendships new, They have no time to sit and mourn the things they use to do. This changing world they greet with joy and never bow to fate; On ever fresh adventure they set out with hearts elate. From chilling fear and bitter dread they keep their spirits free, While some men seem old
at forty they stay young at seventy-three.

So much to do, so much to learn, so much in which to share ! With twinkling eyes and mind alert some brave both time and care. And this I've learned from other men, that only they are old, Who think with something that has passed the tale of life is told. For ages not alone of time, or we should never see, Men old and bent at forty and men young at seventy-three.

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All for today. See you soon with some interesting pictures.

BYE BYE

ENTRY #FOURTEEN

Fall Dogwood.JPG
Originally uploaded by Tomato Specialist.

Hello to You Wherever you are.

I am sorry that I have been so slow in getting something going on this journal . But I think that I am about ready to go. We have our new camera and hope to have some interesting pictues very soon. Visit me sometime on Dad's Tomato Garden journal.

Your Tennessee Friends

Dad, Mary and Princess.

ENTRY #Thirteen

Here I am in my daily activity. I'm trying to remember whether I'm getting ready to go to sleep or if I just woke up. Love from Princess
P. S. Dad says Hello and that he will write soon. He's busy in his garden working. What does "Work" mean? Is it anything like "Sleep?" Bye for now......ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

ENTRY # TWELVE.

Good Afternoon,

I had intended to work more on this journal before now, but we are hoping to get a new camera soon, and then we will be able to show some interesting pictures. I am not going to have much to say today. Just wanted you to know that I had not given up. We are having nice weather here. Very pleasant temperature, it was 57 at 4:30 this morning, a 50% chance of rain Saturday. Hope all goes well with all of you. Hope to be back soon. I have another journal Dad's Tomato Garden. Visit me there sometime.

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Below is a poem that touches me.

Ripe Old Age

"If to a ripe old age you'd live,
Then heed these warnings that I give,"
The doctor said: "Drop every care
And every burden that you bear
Be not disturbed by loss or gain
View all things with supreme distain.
Dismiss at once both love and hate
And like a cabbage vegetate."

"A ripe old age!" As there I sat
I wondered what is meant by that.
Summed up in terms of useful years
Commendable the goal appears,
But homeward bound I chanced to see
Witin a yard an apple tree
Stripped bare of every fruit, but one
Which hung the topmost branch upon.

Still to the leafless twig it clung
A withered thing that once was young;
It had outlived its brothers all;
Had seen companions early fall.
It had escaped the storms and missed
The hungry youngster's eager fist.
Too high for men to reach or climb
It had eluded harvest time.

"A ripe old age!" I shook my head,
Recalling what the doctor said.
Away from care and worry run,
And every useful purpose shun.
"A ripe old age!" It sounded nice!
I wondered is it worth the price?
Does any man desire to be
The oldest apple on the tree?
-----Edgar Guest

This is all for today. BYE BYE