Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Poem for Tuesday and Kiparoo Farm

Song to Celia
By Ben Jonson

Drinke to me, onely, with thine eyes,
    And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kisse but in the cup,
    And Ile not looke for wine.
The thirst, that from the soule doth rise,
    Doth aske a drinke divine:
But might I of Jove's Nectar sup,
    I would not change for thine.
I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath,
    Not so much honoring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
    It could not withered bee.
But thou thereon did'st onely breath,
    And sent'st it back to mee:
Since when it growes, and smells, I sweare,
    Not of it selfe, but thee.


For reasons more concerning a family member than myself, it was not a good day around here...again. Plus I have one friend dealing with a work crisis and another with a bad case of the flu. I am so ready for this crappy year to end. My only good news was retail therapy: Brighton Collectibles sent me a customer loyalty gift certificate, which I promptly went out and spent on the kitty ring holder I've been looking at since pretty much the first time I was in a Brighton store -- I figure this month I deserve it.

I walked around the mall for an hour to kill time and waved to Santa before picking up Adam from track practice (held outdoors even though it's indoor track season, so he was quite cold). We caught up on last week's Almost Human (the discussion of artificial endowment was hilarious) before watching this week's (I'd so prefer Maldonado to Stahl as a love interest), then watched Alfie Boe with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir on PBS (he did "Bring Him Home"). Some photos from Kiparoo Farm yesterday:


Gin G said...

I love the wool in this shop and the sweaters. You look so pretty in that photo. Nice shot! Sorry the days and year have been rough. It is almost 2014. We all have those years. The poem today has always been one of my favorites. I drank tea and ate scones in the Ben Johnson café in London, and thought of him. Too many years ago!
Here's to a great Tuesday for you and the family.

Michelle Erica Green said...

There are a couple of farms not far from me with sheep and homemade yarn -- I love to visit to see both! (Sadly the sweaters are not for sale, they're examples of what I could knit with their yarns if only I could knit properly!) Pretty much everyone I know has had a terrible year, we will all be so glad when it's next year. If only we could go to London next year!

Gin G said...

I think London just might make it a good year for all of us! We have a farm and yarn maker in Chatham NY not far from where we use to live. I should go one day in the late Spring. Stay posted!

Michelle Erica Green said...

Our county has many farms the further we get from DC. I love being so close to the animals. Enjoy your winter meanwhile!