By John Skelton
Merry Margaret
As midsummer flower,
Gentle as falcon
Or hawk of the tower:
With solace and gladness,
Much mirth and no madness,
All good and no badness;
So joyously,
So maidenly,
So womanly
Her demeaning
In every thing,
Far, far passing
That I can indite,
Or suffice to write
Of Merry Margaret
As midsummer flower,
Gentle as falcon
Or hawk of the tower.
As patient and still
And as full of good will
As fair Isaphill,
Coliander,
Sweet pomander,
Good Cassander;
Steadfast of thought,
Well made, well wrought,
Far may be sought,
Ere that ye can find
So courteous, so kind
As merry Margaret,
This midsummer flower,
Gentle as falcon
Or hawk of the tower.
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Most of my excitement Wednesday happened on a screen, though I did get some work done. In the afternoon while I was folding laundry, I watched the Geoffrey Rush and David Wenham episodes of the Australian version of Who Do You Think You Are? (both very Aussie stories in some ways -- Rush is descended from a convict, Wenham's grandfather was a Gallipoli veteran -- and unusual in others -- Rush comes from a long line of German musicians, Wenham's paternal family isn't really the Wenhams).
Angela and Kevin came over for dinner and movies; they brought bread and goat cheese, Paul made stuffed pizza. We watched Soapdish, which I had never seen and now have no idea why -- that movie is hilarious, RDJ is deadpan and fun, Kevin Kline steals every scene he's in, and Sally Field is delightful. Then we watched the truly terrible The Room, where the dubbing is the only thing worse than the acting! Some photos from the bird show at the Pennsylvania Renfaire:
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