WOW, Steve! The prologue to the Canterbury Tales was a required memory test when I was in high school. We also had to do it our version of Old English. I still remember all but the last two lines you quoted. Thanks for putting a smile on my face. My English teacher that year was dreadful but this assignment was a favorite of everyone’s. I think. I know I had fun!
Open your pretty petals, little flowers. Sprout your leaves, reach out with your boughs and twigs, mighty trees. Feel the sap rising. Take a deep breath, suck in the raindrops, bask in the sun, delve deeply with your roots and grow - strong, beautiful, vibrant. You fill me with joy and hope, my Substack brothers and sisters, friends and family.
There are no real seasons here in this part of the tropics. Mild isn't really it, though December and January can be slightly cooler. It is either hot and dry ot hot and wet. We are moving from hot and dry to hot and wet.. Young plants have to service drought or flood or both. Wise plants learn to frow rapidly. I have watched plants grow minute to minute - literally 2 or 3 feet in an hour.
2-3 feet in an hour? Wowsa…the rest of your description of your adopted homeland is lovely. May the birds sing and the monkeys and elephants return (if they’re good neighbors). Cheers, dear Ray!
It is good to learn that you have taken some time off, Clint. You deserve to relax a while.
Thank you, dear Sam. It truly did a body, mind, and spirit good. New healthier habits are forming. Hope you and yours are well…cheers!
Happy Easter, Clint!
A belated Happy Easter to you and yours, D.C. Hope the Easter Bunny was good to you. We gotta keep it hopping! :-)
I need to check out that book!
I hope you do. Lemme know what you think. I know he worked HARD on it. I know I enjoy it. Cheers, Dan!
Happy Easter Cint and all.
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open ye,
WOW, Steve! The prologue to the Canterbury Tales was a required memory test when I was in high school. We also had to do it our version of Old English. I still remember all but the last two lines you quoted. Thanks for putting a smile on my face. My English teacher that year was dreadful but this assignment was a favorite of everyone’s. I think. I know I had fun!
Open your pretty petals, little flowers. Sprout your leaves, reach out with your boughs and twigs, mighty trees. Feel the sap rising. Take a deep breath, suck in the raindrops, bask in the sun, delve deeply with your roots and grow - strong, beautiful, vibrant. You fill me with joy and hope, my Substack brothers and sisters, friends and family.
You fill me and the crew with joy and hope as well, dear Ray. May your Spring be mild…and wild if you like. At least with some wild flowers. :-*
There are no real seasons here in this part of the tropics. Mild isn't really it, though December and January can be slightly cooler. It is either hot and dry ot hot and wet. We are moving from hot and dry to hot and wet.. Young plants have to service drought or flood or both. Wise plants learn to frow rapidly. I have watched plants grow minute to minute - literally 2 or 3 feet in an hour.
2-3 feet in an hour? Wowsa…the rest of your description of your adopted homeland is lovely. May the birds sing and the monkeys and elephants return (if they’re good neighbors). Cheers, dear Ray!