By William Ernest Henley
O, gather me the rose, the rose,
While yet in flower we find it,
For summer smiles, but summer goes,
And winter waits behind it!
For with the dream foregone, foregone,
The deed forborne for ever,
The worm, regret, will canker on,
And time will turn him never.
So well it were to love, my love,
And cheat of any laughter
The death beneath us and above,
The dark before and after.
The myrtle and the rose, the rose,
The sunshine and the swallow,
The dream that comes, the wish that goes,
The memories that follow!
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The weather on Saturday couldn't make up its mind -- one minute the sun would be out and the next it would be pouring (Daniel, who was at robotics, said there was hail in Silver Spring, but we the rest of us never saw any). We had thought about maybe going to the zoo or to look at bluebells near the Potomac River, but since the weather was iffy, we ended up taking Adam to Frying Pan Farm Park, figuring that if it rained while we were there, we could take shelter in one of the barns, which was exactly what happened. Happily, it was a barn with 19 piglets, many lambs, and two goats born just that morning, so we were quite content to see all the babies and their mothers.
When the rain stopped, we went out to see the calves, chickens, peacocks, rabbits, and other animals, though we didn't go over to the big horse barn since there was some kind of show and auction going on that had attracted a crowd. Since we had some time before we needed to pick up Daniel, we went over to the Kenwood neighborhood in Bethesda, which has more than a thousand Yoshino cherry trees lining its streets. Many of the residents have also planted forsythia, dogwood, willow, ivy, daffodils, tulips, pansies, and other ornamental plants, so it's beautiful to walk down the streets and see the color. We had jacket potatoes for dinner and watched Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, having decided last week that we needed to rewatch the entire trilogy; this one is my least favorite of the three and I still adore it, so it's all good.
Stella the blue butt sow herds some of her nine piglets out of the rain at Frying Pan Park's Kidwell Farm.
Black Welsh Mountain sheep Addy and Lucy had five lambs between them, four boys and one girl.
Alpine doe Delilah had given birth to two kids in the morning before we arrived!
Kidwell Farm has many chickens, several of which were sitting on eggs in the coop.
Plus there are ducks and this beautiful peacock. Unfortunately we couldn't persuade him to show off his tail for us.
The Hereford cow had twins last month, but they were hiding behind their feed trough. This is one of the farm's other cows.
One of the grand houses of Kenwood with cherry blossoms out front.
There are little parks and seating areas all around the neighborhood for people to enjoy the flowers.
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