By Robert Herrick
Down with the rosemary and bays,
Down with the mistletow;
Instead of holly now upraise
The greener box for show.
The holly hitherto did sway,
Let box now domineer,
Until the dancing Easter day,
Or Easter's Eve appear.
Then youthful box which now hath grace
Your houses to renew,
Grown old, surrender must his place
Unto the crisped yew.
When yew is out, then birth comes in,
And many flowers beside,
Both of a fresh and fragrant kin,
To honour Whitsuntide.
Green rushes then, and sweetest bents,
With cooler oaken boughs,
Come in for comly ornaments,
To readorn the house.
Thus times do shift;
Each thing his turn doth hold;
New things succeed,
As former things grow old.
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On Monday I went with my mother to visit the Bar Mitzvah photographer, and eight months after the event, I have finally ordered an album and a couple of individual photos. I am very happy with how it looks, too -- I sent a whole list of little things I wanted and the photographer did them all. I only got home a few minutes before Adam did, so I didn't get a lot else done (the laundry is STILL not folded), but I did clean up my LiveJournal and Dreamwidth tags -- some of them had far more than 100 items and I had to make a sequel tag for each of those, then move the appropriate entries. Here are a few last photos from the New England Aquarium, including many jellies, a leafy seadragon, a representation of the pollution in Boston Harbor, and of course a penguin:
I'm trying to think of something meaningful to say about Heroes, which I enjoyed because it was yet another backstory episode about Noah Bennet even though it's very clear they just keep reinventing bits of his backstory as they go along and don't even try all that hard to integrate it with what we already know -- spoilers -- I just love watching Bennet and Claire together, though why didn't she just clobber the guy in the house of mirrors showing her the visions and get dad out of there? I liked the Peter-and-Sylar storyline this week, too, despite the fact that we were yelling suggestions about how to get that wall down -- first it was "There is no wall!" then it was "Only love can tear down this wall!" and things just went downhill from there.
Happy Imbolc, Candlemas, and Groundhog Day, whichever one(s) you may celebrate! And hope everyone who celebrated Tu B'shevat over the weekend had a lovely celebration, since I forgot to say so beforehand.
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