The Year

     

 

 

    Well, where has the year gone? This is my last post of the year and I wanted to wish you all

 a wonderful New Year ahead and thank you for joining me throughout the year.

    I want to see the year out with a classic poem by American author and poet, Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

The Year

What can be said in new Year rhymes

That's not been said a thousand times?

The new years come , the old years go

We know we dream, we dream we know

We hug the world until it stings

We curse it then and sigh for wings

We  live , we love, we woo, we wed

We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear

And that's the burden of a year

 

 Ella Wheeler Wilcox Nov 5 1850—Oct 30 1919

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the Beast Became an Enchanted Rose

    Since being established in 1496 by the Genoan banker Cristobal de Ponte, the town of Garachico had played a principal commercial role in trading the island's wine and sugar commodities with Europe and America. 

    However, this changed when Arenas Negras poured its hot temper onto the inhabitants at the bottom of the deep ravine. The molten lava completely drowned the port, and the city of Puerto de la Cruz became the new trading port.   

    Now, the town is resurrected from the ashes and finds itself the centre of attention because of its rich history and outstanding beauty. A mixture of the old and new architecture blends into the mountainous backdrop. As the great Albert Einstein said, “In the midst of every crisis lies great opportunity.”

    Having visited there for the first time recently,  I found the place very enchanting. I have included some photographs, but if you want to be enchanted by this rose, visit Garachico and see there for yourself.