By Edna St. Vincent Millay
I'll keep a little tavern
Below the high hill's crest,
Wherein all grey-eyed people
May set them down and rest.
There shall be plates a-plenty,
And mugs to melt the chill
Of all the grey-eyed people
Who happen up the hill.
There sound will sleep the traveller,
And dream his journey's end,
But I will rouse at midnight
The falling fire to tend.
Aye, 'tis a curious fancy—
But all the good I know
Was taught me out of two grey eyes
A long time ago.
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Wednesday was a beautiful day and I spent most of it cleaning. This would not be nearly so depressing if I hadn't been working on the dining room desk, bookcases, and table, so no one but me would even notice any progress (and shut up yes we do have bookcases in the dining room). Hey, people with cats: if you successfully clear all clutter off your dining room table, how do you stop your kitties from climbing on it? Just curious. Our cats are still out of sorts from the kids being gone -- they don't know whose bed to sleep on all day.
We still have snow on the ground, but that did not stop cardinals, doves, and squirrels from being out enjoying the sunshine, plus bunnies near dusk, so we had animal company to serve as Cat TV. As for us, we watched "Penguin Post Office" on Nature, which had the usual nature show problems -- dead animals -- then The 100 (very violent) and The Americans (awesome and nail-biting as always, WAY too much violence against women this week). Here are some photos of orchids at Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden back in the fall:
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