Dear Sam,
These last eight years together have been as good (or better!) than:
These last eight years together have been as good (or better!) than:
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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That's got to be the most disturbing sequence of images I've ever seen. That said, it has been a particularly good eight years!
ReplyDeleteHappy anniversary! And to us too . . . :) I hope your celebration was better than ours. We did absolutely nothing. I don't think we even had dinner in the same room because Seth was finishing his final paper for his class. But he _did_ watch 8 hours of Charles Dickens' "Little Dorrit" with me last week, so I won't complain. And you have to see it. It's very VERY good.
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