“Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer…”
by work. And exercise. (Possibly Shakespeare wouldn’t think in terms of exercise, but I’m sure that C.S. Lewis, a frequent rambler over the English countryside, would.)
Already, after a spate of single digit temperatures and seemingly continuous flurries of the white stuff, this bodes to be a rough winter — so I trust in work and exercise to work their wonders. A powerful pair, Work and Exercise, hopefully powerful enough to exorcise winter’s discontent.
But oh! how sweet the scent of those unseen roses —