Spring is here!

 

Happy Friday and Happy Spring, my friends!

From

 After The Winter by Claude McKay 

And we will seek the quiet hill

     Where towers the cotton tree,

And leaps the laughing crystal rill,

     And works the droning bee.

And we will build a cottage there

     Beside an open glade,

With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,

     And ferns that never fade.

Just like this sweet bear, I am ready for Spring. I always like to make plans for each season. Personal and professional goals to hit. Take this early part of Spring to think of what goals you like to accomplish this season. With now the vaccine beginning to be given out, hopefully we will able to be out and about a bit more safely. I saw this video today, I thought to share with all of you. It is from NYT Cooking. It is a sweet story about cooking and being able to thrive when life throws you a curveball. Enjoy.

A Memory of June

Happy Friday, my friends. A romantic interlude for your Friday.


A Memory Of June by Claude McKay

When June comes dancing o'er the death of May,
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
And mating thrushes ushering in her day,
And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest,

I always see the evening when we met--
The first of June baptized in tender rain--
And walked home through the wide streets, gleaming wet,
Arms locked, our warm flesh pulsing with love's pain.

I always see the cheerful little room,
And in the corner, fresh and white, the bed,
Sweet scented with a delicate perfume,
Wherein for one night only we were wed;

Where in the starlit stillness we lay mute,
And heard the whispering showers all night long,
And your brown burning body was a lute
Whereon my passion played his fevered song.

When June comes dancing o'er the death of May,
With scarlet roses staining her fair feet,
My soul takes leave of me to sing all day
A love so fugitive and so complete.