By Robert Herrick
Down with the rosemary and bays,
Down with the misletoe;
Instead of holly, now up-raise
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 birch 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 comely ornaments,
To re-adorn the house.
Thus times do shift; each thing his turn does hold;
New things succeed, as former things grow old.
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Thursday was one of those days where I couldn't keep on top of things I needed to get done to save my life. I had not backed up my new computer since I got it and due to my inability to understand the new Syncback instructions, I inadvertently deleted hundreds of thousands of files from the backup from my old computer and had to do a lot of rescuing. Maddy wanted to go to the mall to study and stay for dinner and a movie with friends, so we dropped her off, then went to Brookside Gardens to enjoy Imbolc/Groundhog Day and see geese and greenhouse flowers:
On the way home we stopped at Petco for kitty litter and Giant for various food items, then Paul made crepes for Candlemas (cheese and chocolate both). We watched this week's Nashville, which is better on CMT in that Rayna's life is not all about Deacon and Luke and there are a lot more African-American characters but I am nervous about Juliette's planned gospel album (sure, let's just appropriate the culture of that woman who saved your life). Then we watched the Bones about the gymnast with Mckayla Maroney, which was sad!
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