From "Spring"
By Gerard Manley Hopkins
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
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Friday was another gorgeous day -- I love spring! I had a bunch of indoor and outdoor chores to do in the morning and a bunch of chores in the afternoon, plus some unexciting online shopping, but it was a perfect day for a walk to see the neighborhood flowers and bunnies. Then we had dinner with my parents (CPK -- I had the new barbecue chick'n pizza with pineapple but they left the chicken off my mother's chicken salad).
We just watched all three episodes of A Very British Scandal, which is well acted, well written, and pretty depressing, though it's also sympathetic to the Duchess -- in large part because Paul Bettany is terrifying when his character comes unhinged, whereas Claire Foy is more coldly calculating. It feels timely because of the Depp-Heard lawsuit, i.e. hard to root for anyone! Here's a squirrel eating flowers in one of our backyard trees:
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