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Ageless Dreamer April 19, 2010

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Goose Bumps from the Thrill of Hope April 18, 2010

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When did you last experience the goose bumps from the thrill of hope?  It’s enough to make your heart skip a beat.  For us the thrill of hope arrived in an email announcing Ageless Dreamer as a semi-finalist for the www.ShowUsYourGoodness.com Program.  Imagine being one of 33 non profits out of 2800 applicants? And the ONLY New Hampshire non profit.  Any one can vote, just once, at the website above or through the www.AgelessDreamer.org web site.   $ 20,000. is the top prize, with two $ 5,000. prizes, and twelve $ 1,000. prizes. But the thrill of hope is one heck of a prize in itself.  We’re elated at the possibility.  Voting ends on April 30, so if you have 45 seconds to spare, please VOTE for Ageless Dreamaer to become one of the most inspiring charities.  You might also get to feel that utterly delicious thrill of hope!  Thanks for your vote, dear readers.  P.S. Don’t forget to try the Gourmet Brown Rice Crisps put out by the sponsoring company called RiceWorks.  Tough to select a favorite but the Parmesan & Sundried Tomato is a huge favorite with Sweet Chili next on my list.  Will try another flavor this week!

Joe B. Parks; ex-legislator was rhododendron expert – The Boston Globe April 9, 2010

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Joe B. Parks; ex-legislator was rhododendron expert – The Boston Globe

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J.O.E. = Just Out Exploring April 2, 2010

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Joe B. Parks. Can I write that louder? JOE B. PARKS! Our friend and mentor. Dear Joe, Ageless Dreamer and you go together like the soil and the seed. Rhododendrums, Rododendroms, Roadadendrums — it didn’t matter how we spelled them it just mattered that we understood them. And, oh, how we tried. Sensitive, impressive, and hardy — that’s how we felt about Joe and that’s what we learned about the breed you treasured so much. The Joe B. Parks Riverwalk Public Gardens shout your name, express the thrill of your touch, and hear your whispering words of wisdom of how best to care for this natural blessing that you bestowed on us.

Joe, you lived life out loud and full…right up to the end. You inspired gentle hands to risk the cool feeling of fresh, cool soil, unexpectedly touching a smooth, unsuspecting worm aching to remain in the fragrant, richness of nature you created. You knew how to take a subtle piece of rocky art, tuck it amongst your abundance of glory and stop a visitor, like me, in my tracks…in awe…wondering how many flowers I let slip away. Stop and smell the roses. Did you write that, my friend?

The deer behind your magical gardens some how knew why you built the fence that kept them out. Somehow they understood that you had a much bigger purpose than feeding them. They understood you, Joe. They were part of nature, just as you were and are. Each fragrant flower on the bush, each leaf, each butterfly, each bumble bee…they feel your love and will help the rest of us remember you…forever and a day. You’ve helped dreams come true for many of us and we’ll miss you. From one ageless dreamer to another.