per amica silentia lunae

or, across the ferny brae with the evil voodoo celt

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words of advice for young people (and everyone else)
nola
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.


-A.E. Housman

Flowers of all kinds are blooming. All the kvetching about sneezing and watering eyes (and I'm not immune), aside, it's ravishingly gorgeous. Spring is so fleeting here. Get out there and enjoy the beauty when you can. You may get more than seventy years. But I could get seven thousand years and not have enough of things like this.

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I drove home from work yesterday with all of my car windows down, in spite of watering eyes. It was glorious.

There's a set of decorative pear trees along my cul-de-sac and the next street. I practically live for their white blossoms every spring.

words of advice for young people

I can imagine our dear sainted Uncle Bill telling a bunch of damned kids (in his ancient but mocking tones): "It is a truism that youth is wasted on the young. It is therefore incumbent on you to prove them all wrong..."

There is an art song...

There is an art song with these words. I sang it for my audition to Westminster Choir College years ago. I still know it. Ask me to sing for you sometime :)

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