Each is both, and all

Here lies a she sun, and a he moon there; She gives the best light to his sphere; Or each is both, and all, and so They unto one another nothing owe; And yet they do, but are So just and rich in that coin which they pay, That neither would, nor needs forbear, nor stay; Neither desires to be spared nor to spare. They quickly pay their debt, and then Take no acquittances, but pay again; They pay, they give, they lend, and so let fall No such occasion to be liberal. More truth, more courage in these two … Continue reading Each is both, and all

When I am dead

Gorgeous video of one of my favorite poems by Christina Rossetti – arranged by Bear McCreary. When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And … Continue reading When I am dead

Chestnuts roasting…

The old familiar seasonal pop song, and a line or two in Dickens’ A Christmas Carol are all I ever really knew about chestnuts… I never connected them to the two Chinese Chestnut trees that until last year shaded the cottage at Middle Ridge but whose viciously sharp burrs deter one from any sort of barefoot exploring in late summer and fall.  A lovely limey green in spring and summer, by the fall, the burrs drop off of the tree, dry out, turn brown, and eventually open up.  The burrs are every bit as sharp as they look.  You really … Continue reading Chestnuts roasting…