I have been bemoaning the weather for the last few weeks, and I guess nature heard me and decided to remind me that there is beauty regardless of the glooming. In the fall, I posted a picture of our burning bush all red and full. When I went out this morning and saw how nature had painted our red plant white, I had an "aha" moment. Hey, nature, sorry I've been complaining. "You are one good Mother!"
Why the title? Because I had used the line from ROMEO AND JULIET to complain, I decided to search out something Shakespearean to celebrate nature forever bright. But I came upon the poem that follows from LOVE'S LABOURS LOST that I remembered from college. It's such a beautiful poem, yet it contains Shakespeare's amazing ability to make us laugh, especially when his jokes are just a trifle off-color. So I decided to use it. The word for the day: A "cuckold" in Elizabethan times was a husband whose wife was unfaithful to him.
Spring
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
'Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!' O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
'Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!' O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
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