I’m worried that summer will be over before we know it. M starts work tomorrow; she has a watercolor class tonight. We’ve settled in to that easy pace. Word came from N on a Hungarian keyboard, where z’s seem to replace y’s. The farm is amazing, she says.
To the Virgins, to make much of Time
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he ‘s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he ‘s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
-Robert Herrick
Winter is coming.
winter is not either coming. It ain’t gonna rain no more no more, it ain’t gonna rain no more…
I hope you’re right. . . .
I love that poem so much. It is so full of life.