>Artist Bob Bertram

>MY NOVEMBER GUEST by: Robert Frost (1874-1963) MY Sorrow, when she’s here with me,Thinks these dark days of autumn rainAre beautiful as days can be;She loves the bare, the withered tree;She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay.She talks and I am fain to list:She’s glad the birds are gone…

>Nothing Gold Can Stay by robert frost

>This is a photograph of the most precious gift I’ve ever been given by a client as a veterinarian. This photograph does not do the beauty of it justice! This gift came to me by the way of a loss of a gelding that was most dear to her…he was gently laid to rest last…