Saturday, beautiful, cold and blue. Bright sunlight floods the house through windows and shutters casting sharp shadows in high relief. I must turn my mind around today and think anew.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind.
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember’d not.
Heigh-ho! sing, &c.
(Act II, Scene 7 from As You Like It by William Shakespeare)
Like Shakespeare's summer, winter's lease has all too short a date, at least here in the sunny south where the summer weather is dangerously brutal. I must clear my mind of all that "feigning and folly" and be of high spirits. As the grand bard says somewhere, there is no good or bad. Only thinking makes it so.
an Interlude.
ReplyDeletelovely. really.
We're freezing the jewels off up North here in RI. It ain't feigning blowing through the holly.
ReplyDeleteI've never experienced a Florida summer, but summer can get pretty oppressive up here, too!
winter dreams the same dream...everytime! (Tom Waits)
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