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When all about the wind doth blow,And coughing drowns the parson's saw,And birds sit brooding in the snow,And Marian's nose looks red and raw;When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl--Then nightly sings the staring owlTu-whoo!To-whit, Tu-whoo! A merry note!While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Thanks, Robbie and Suzy.pg - get the longjohns out!
60 degrees is too cold for PG. If I knew in high school how great Shakespeare was, I would have enjoyed it much more! With maturity comes appreciation? Good photo, colin.
I'll just keel the pot mate, heck with that other stuff, Shakespeare talks funny! Gorgeous picture Colin, thanks.
I would just say it is too cold to go out there today.
W. Shakespeare XXVII. Winter WHEN icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail; When blood is nipt, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl Tu-whoo! Tu-whit! tu-whoo! A merry note! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
I wish, Sandy! No, our climate is fractionally more temperate - though you wouldn't think so today!!twoclubs: thanks for dropping by, as well as for the comment :)
Absolutely beautiful. Thank you
Wow, colin! This is beautiful! Is this your yard?