By Robert Herrick
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.
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I had my semiannual checkup on Thursday, so I had to get my chores done in the morning. My doctor said my lab numbers aren't even prediabetic any more, so that's good news! My doctor is in Redmond and I needed to pick up a prescription in Bellevue, so we got to see the mountain on this gorgeous clear day, then we got home and walked to the park, where there were lots of waterfowl as well as the pair of eagles piping chattering notes at the top of a tree.
I met my Thursday chat group, six of us tonight including someone who rarely makes it on so that was lovely. Then we ate leftovers and watched this week's The Way Home, which I missed on Sunday (I'm so tired of teenage Kat and Elliot, give us young Jacob and older Del), and tried to watch the new Masters of the Air but Apple refused to stream it so we're watching more All Creatures Great and Small instead. Look how many flowers are blooming in the neighborhood!
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