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Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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These pics reminded me of that time when we were down to the UK and I took your picture in a field of flowers that resembled daisies. I've been reminded so many times this spring of London. Maybe it's because it's been such a cold spring and there've been so many days cold and stormy like I remember being down the Palace Court ways.
ReplyDeleteAlso, how come you're so skinny already? You look like you lost all your baby weight already, but I'm still really fat. I'll lose it, eventually, right? Please tell me I will.