
Sonnet 18
by W. Shakespeare
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.
shakespeare had a wonderful way of breathing eternal life into mortals by merely writing about them. so long as his works are remembered, those he wrote about will continue to exist. that reminds me...

when i was a child, i saw the movie
the mission with
robert deniro. i don't remember much except for the end... the 'voice over' said something like... when a loved one passes on, it is we who die, because the dead continue to live through our memory of them. we are the ones who die with the dead and seize to exist.
ok--maybe a little morbid for may.

i am posting the last of
easter, as it is all put away now. i have been under the weather (allergies) and have not visited my computer in a long while.

this year i bought this cute foil basket from seasons of
midwest ... i think.


my
marta bunny sat on the stove (only when not in use, obviously).

i couldn't resist...

the colorful
sparklies
these are vintage nameplates in the
havilard bowl. felt flowers are pasted on glass plates. i should have taken a close-up. oh, well.

an old flocked organza apron i bought at
warrenton.
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