By Walt Whitman
Not from successful love alone,
Nor wealth, nor honor'd middle age, nor victories of politics or war;
But as life wanes, and all the turbulent passions calm,
As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky,
As softness, fulness, rest, suffuse the frame, like freshier, balmier air,
As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs really finish'd and indolent-ripe on the tree,
Then for the teeming quietest, happiest days of all!
The brooding and blissful halcyon days!
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Maddy had an interview Saturday morning for a job at California Pizza Kitchen -- which I am very happy to report that she got! -- and after dropping her off, we went to meet my parents and sister for lunch at Seasons 52 before Nicole went to the airport to fly home. Then Paul and I stopped at Whole Foods before going to Great Falls to see the finally-blooming Virginia bluebells!
Our evening TV was basketball -- first the Gamecocks-Bulldogs, and I'm happy Gonzaga won, but they had better beat North Carolina because I didn't care who won the tournament as long as it wasn't NC! Now we're watching The Halcyon, which a British friend told me I should watch, and I'm enjoying it though I've heard rumors it won't have a second season, which is a bummer!
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