By Robert Louis Stevenson
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies’ skirts across the grass—
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all—
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
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Cheryl came over on Tuesday so we could hang out, since we haven't just hung out in ages! We picked up Indian food at the mall and watched Thor and Thor: Ragnarok because we were totally in the mood for Thor and Loki (with no Dark Elves blowing things up). Plus we had some Easter candy and took a walk to see daffodils and the bunny who lives next to my house. So, perfect afternoon!
In the evening, Paul and I had faux-ham-and-cheese pie for dinner, watched some NCAA basketball, then checked out the first episode of The Widow, which was okay -- great cast, not-so-great screenplay -- followed by the season finale of Miracle Workers, which remains totally insane. Some photos from Winterthur's Enchanted Woods, the children's garden and the awesome castle folly:
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