". Arranged Words: The Bloomin' Trees

3 May 2013

The Bloomin' Trees


Capturing pictures of magnolia trees, in my opinion, amounts to a good day. I only found a few, and one was on the wane, but that's okay.

Like the ancients before us, most of us, after a hard winter, long for the warmth of the sun. In Chaucer's era, (ca.1343-1400) spring was synonymous with liberation. Picture if you will the common folk hunkered down for the winter in a cold, dark dirt floor dwelling with, for added warmth, a cow and other livestock. By spring the dirt floor strewn with straw or herbs was, no doubt, as smelly as the inmates. After a winter in such a hovel, who wouldn't long to go on a pilgrimage?  Off to Canterbury -- acceptable to be sure!

 On the weekend, although I don't have a pilgrimage in mind, I do hope to soak up some sun. Vitamin D caps are fine, but I prefer to manufacture D the natural way.  And if it should rain☂ Undaunted, and with medieval liberated intend, I'll walk hither and yon and admire the green grass, daffodils, and sprouting leaves.

 Today's aphorism: Giggle often. It's liberating.

                                                              

Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air.
(Love's Labour's Lost) 
Shakespeare

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