So here I sit, contemplating yet another successful trip around around the sun. On the surface, thirty-four doesn’t appear too different from thirty-three. Yet as I think back on what the past year has brought I see that it’s been filled with more than my fair share of opportunity and happiness. In other words, I have no right for complaint and I thank God for all the blessings I’ve been shown. And speaking of blessings, here’s a little ditty from Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. It’s a fave of mine. Enjoy.

Johnny’s Garden
by Stephen Stills

There’s a place
I can get to
Where I’m safe
From the city blues
And its green
And its quiet
Only trouble was
I had to buy it

And I’ll do anything I got to do
Cut my hair and shine my shoes
And keep on singin’ the blues
If I can stay here in Johnny’s garden

As the swift bird
Flies over the grasses
Dipping now and then
To take his breakfast
Thus I come and go
And I travel
And I can watch that bird
And unravel

And I’ll do anything I got to do
Cut my hair and shine my shoes
And keep on singin’ the blues
If I can stay here in Johnny’s garden

With his love
And his carin’
He puts his life
Into beauty sharin’
And his children
Are his flowers
There to give us peace
In quiet hours

And I’ll do anything I got to do
Cut my hair and shine my shoes
And keep on singin’ the blues
If I can stay here in Johnny’s garden