Abroad where nothing looks or smells like Eid in Iran, we keep trying to open doors and let the new year in. I live with memories of Haft Seen, 4 Shanbe Soori, and new clothes and hope to be home for Eid one of these years. This is our Haft Seen this year and I tried to remember what Haft Sheen was. This is the best I could do. The little note book is one of Baba’s poetry books. He gathered poems and wrote them down in books and notes. I found this one about Spring. He wrote it down in 1335 (1956). 
