Tuesday, August 03, 2021

Poem for Tuesday and McKee-Beshers Flowers

Le Jardin
By Oscar Wilde

The lily's withered chalice falls
Around its rod of dusty gold,
And from the beech-trees on the wold
The last wood-pigeon coos and calls.

The gaudy leonine sunflower
Hangs black and barren on its stalk,
And down the windy garden walk
The dead leaves scatter, - hour by hour.

Pale privet-petals white as milk
Are blown into a snowy mass:
The roses lie upon the grass
Like little shreds of crimson silk.

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Monday was delightfully cool for August, an open-door sort of day. We both had a lot of work to get done, though we did some of it while watching soccer and track at the Olympics. Then we took a walk and ate our leftover Ethiopian food from Sheba last week, which was still delicious. 

I talked to my college roommate on the phone for a while, then we took a break from sports to watch The Republic of Sarah -- the blizzard episode, pretty formulaic but not bad -- then more Olympics. Here are some of the flowers in bloom at the McKee-Beshers Wildlife Management Area: 

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