By William Shakespeare
Enter Autolycus, singing.
When daffodils begin to peer,
With heigh! The doxy over the dale,
Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;
For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,
With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!
Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
The lark, that tirra-lyra chants,
With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay,
Are summer songs for me and for my aunts,
While we lie tumbling in the hay.
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Scrapbook is putting all photos into the Unsorted folder tonight and taking forever to load, and LiveJournal just refused to save a draft I'd been working on for twenty minutes, so this will be a very short entry though I think I finally found the pics. Not much to report anyway, just chores and writing, plus gorgeous weather, snowdrops, forsythia, hyacinth, squirrels, bunnies, and cats very irritated at the range of bird visitors on the deck.
The University of Wisconsin got back to Adam with a financial aid package that isn't nearly as good as the ones he got from Michigan, Syracuse, or Maryland, so it's off his list and we are not taking a trip to Madison over spring break. I am slightly bummed about this, as I really like Madison, but Adam seems kind of relieved to have the choice narrowed down for him (Indiana didn't offer as much either, so I think it's probably out of contention too).
We caught up on Wednesday night's Nashville, which we skipped in favor of The Americans -- sounds like it's on the fence for coming back next season, which is sad, though I enjoy the music more than most of the writing -- then we watched Elementary, which is definitely coming back and always great, especially when there's Watson backstory. Here are some more of the daffodils that are opening locally in greater numbers every day:
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