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Tag Archives: Shakespeare
SNOW
Yes, snow. Stark and simple word for the white wilderness that circumscribes our lives here in the Northeast US. I can’t find adequate words to do justice to it. Maybe photos can convey some of our winter: Our patio at the beginning of December … Continue reading
TODAY’S PORTRAIT: HERE’S JOHNNY!
Not only because I think he resembles an impudent rascally adorable little boy — but because that’s actually his name! I can hear you thinking, What is she talking about? That’s a pansy! Well, yes and no. Johnny Jump-ups are … Continue reading
Posted in Flowers, Happiness, Personal Essay, Pioneer Valley
Tagged Folk Medicine, Johnny Jump-ups, Language of Flowers, Pansies, Portraits, Shakespeare, Wildflowers, Word Origins
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Knitting up that Sleeve!
Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care — You may be thinking that Shakespeare had a bit of a spelling problem. Actually, though, he didn’t. Spelling hadn’t been codified yet in Elizabethan times, and so people pretty much … Continue reading
Posted in Buddha, Etcetera, Health, Medicine, Pioneer Valley, Quotes
Tagged Humor, Insomnia, Medicine, Remedies, Shakespeare, Sleep
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Sweet-scented Wisdom
The only wisdom for one haunted with the scent of unseen roses is work. C.S. Lewis “Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer…” by work. And exercise. (Possibly Shakespeare wouldn’t think in terms of … Continue reading