Sonnet 98We are still waiting for the temperatures to warm up, the wind is cold and there is rain in the forecast. It is tulip time in Virginia Beach. These are right across the street and there are pinks and creams and purples in the area as well.
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him,
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odor and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.
~ William Shakespeare
We are having a good visit with my brother, who is here from Vienna. Just resting from the hustle and bustle of of the opera world. He practiced this morning in the living room and his voice is so booming and loud, it permeates the house with sound and no one can hear anyone else talk. The cats retire to the far rooms, confused by the music. Nyssa will get home to see her uncle this weekend and he will be here for her birthday.
Scarlett is doing well and gets her stitches out on Friday. She seems to be eating better and I let her keep that horrid collar off for several hours during the day. She doesn't bother her incision. I think (fingers crossed) that she might be gaining some weight.
Now if Spring temperatures could arrive, I think a trip to the Norfolk Botanical Garden is in order, don't you?
Submission for LensDay topic "spring". (end of post)