Saturday, April 26, 2008

Chaucer Was A Jerk

When April with his showers sweet with fruit
The drought of March has pierced unto the root
And bathed each vein with liquor that has power
To generate therein and sire the flower;
When Zephyr also has, with his sweet breath,
Quickened again, in every holt and heath,
The tender shoots and buds, and the young sun
Into the Ram one half his course has run,
And many little birds make melody
That sleep through all the night with open eye
(So Nature pricks them on to ramp and rage)-
Then do folk long to go on pilgrimage...

..or maybe those "pilgrimages" were to Florida. It is snowing here today.

I love Minnesota. I really, really do...


Anonymous said...

OF COURSE YOU LOVE MINNESOTA; because of the great people...certainly not the weather!! Born and raised here I screamed this morning when I saw the snow. Made me think...gee in Oregon the daffidils are done blooming the tulips are just ending and the iris' are about ready to bloom...what the hell am I doing here! Happy MN Spring ~ Bible Babe

Anonymous said...

A lovely day when England has better spring weather then dear old Minnesota, eh Susan?

Sonia said...

And I was whining because it is 52 and raining here in I guess if you live in Minnesota you don't put your snow boots away until June??

Anonymous said...

The two of us born and raised here, can not recall snow so late. Global Warning folks, where are you?? Send it here please!!! Another Bible Babe