Perhaps I had ambitions to be an MP - or an undertaker!

Wednesday, February 15, 2012



We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it. (John Lennon)





The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
by Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593)

Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.

A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.

Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.



The Kelpie
by Herbert James Draper (1863-1920)


I can’t vouch for the truth of this story, though I can well believe it happened.

The children in the infant class were getting ready to go home and the teacher was helping one little boy get his shoes on. After a struggle with the shoes, which were on the tight side, she succeeded but little Jimmy spoke up.

“They’re on the wrong feet, miss!” And so they were. Quickly she took them off and, again struggling, put them on the proper feet.

“They’re not my shoes, miss,” says Jimmy. The teacher fights hard to control herself and tears the shoes off.

“Why didn’t you tell me before, you silly boy?”

“They’re my brother’s shoes and I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone,” was his reply.

Muttering under her breath, she forces the shoes back on, puts his coat on and wraps his scarf round his neck.

“Now where are your gloves, Jimmy?” she asks.

“Well, so that I won’t lose them, I always put them in my shoes, miss.”



Thanks to MrNatashaRostov for this clip which features
Bing Crosby and Grace Kelly singing "True Love"



Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.
(Dorothy Canfield Fisher)

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