That Time of Year

That Time of Year

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang .. Will Shakespeare

Reading Sonnet 73 you might conclude that Shakespeare was thinking more of October than March. With permission to take poetic license with the poet I wish to dab a bit of color on his melancholy picture. There seems not a hope of green anywhere on the brown and frozen ground at our house today. But we trust that the daffodils are secretly beginning a struggle to sing Spring’s first notes and the forsythias will join them in harmony.

For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. Psalm 30:5

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Remembering Spring!

Remembering Spring!

Song 2:11-12 Look, the winter is past, and the rains are over and gone. The flowers are springing up, the season of singing bird has come,

Though I was once an English major I must confess I never cared much for Shakespeare. No, it wasn’t his writing style! it’s just that generally anyone I liked at the beginning of his plays was for sure to be dead by the end. In the same way I am not one looking forward to Fall colors, to quote the bard,
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold In me you can see that time of year
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang” Sonnet 73

No thanks Will: I really would rather remember when Lilacs last at my dooryard bloomed!