Buds of May

SONNET 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. 

 Welcome, Darling buds of May!

The Earth Laughs in Flowers

Playing around with my watercolor crayons & practicing my Zentangles  :)

Longing

Dreaming of Spring

I'm longing for a change in weather.  I think mostly because I'm tired of dealing with children who are cooped up inside all day because DHS says it is too cold for them to play outside.

On the bright side, only 7 more Mondays until Spring Break  :D

Here Comes the Sun!

Until the snow melts I'm going to continue to buy flowers.  I feel so much lighter & happier when I see them sitting on my table.  To make things even more joyful was the appearance of the sun after our last snow storm.  I just had to get out my camera and play a bit -the sun was that irrisistable!

 

I bought a copy of Do It Yourself magazine as a bit of indulgence (and inspiration) at the same time as these tulips.  When I got home I realized the magazine had the same tulips on the front cover.

  

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

  

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he 's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he 's to setting.

  

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

  

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

~To the Virgins, to make Much of Time

Robert Herrick

Enjoy your weekend!