I've thought about this poem a lot the past few days. I used to be able to recite it by heart and I said it aloud to myself before getting it ready for you, gentle readers.
The ice and freezing rain has stopped here, one last fling of winter. The daffodils are pushing up resolutely, going through or around the piled up leaves from last fall. The maples are well budded out and the willows have a new wash of gold on them. There's no knowing the precise date and hour that spring will arrive, only that it will, in the time-honored measure of the earth.
When I came out of work there was a solid 1/4 inch of ice all over my car. And it's really coming down now!
What a nice find this is. Perfect for a cold, rainy weekend of looking and reading. Beautiful paintings and wonderful criticism, often contemporary. Thanks Bornfamous for the link!
Not sure what it's doing in your part of the world, but it's icing (as in rain falling from sky, hits cold surface and becomes ice much to the suprise and detriment of many) here. Happy April!
And in other news, I have caught up with the 2003 Journal quilt project after a period of not having a clue and I've even come up with a theme to fall back on if needed: "It's about the quilting, stupid! Or, variations on whole cloth." I feel so much better. And last night I spent time again at the sewing machine, sewing the first four columns of pink and green blocks together. It's all good.
First seen linked in Textism, this has popped up in other sites and now mine. Great read, covers all the bases and well, just explains ever so much about it all.
Somehow much of the coverage about the war in Iraq is giving me flashbacks to the 70's. Remember that little country - Viet nam?
Whooo hoooo cooking fans. Phone call today from Williams-Sonoma (in the mall where i work) to say "your KitchenAid...." yippppeeeee! Yes, my food grinder and pasta plates came. Not the cool pasta rollers like fortune elkins has. I decided I'd get more use out of a grinder for things like making the hash of my childhood. No no no - not making hash OF my childhood. OK, just stop. My mom made amazing hash of leftovers when we were growing up. I threw in the pasta plates for fun. I'd like to try egg noodles. Not tonight though.
I'm printing up stuff for an exhibit about NYQuilts! and started fussing with the Epson utility because I didn't like how the first print looked. Lo and behold -- out of ink. Don't you hate it when the solution is just as easy as that? Geesh. Why do I keep myself around?
OK, it's to give you information like this:
Ock·ham's razor VARIANT FORMS: also Oc·cam's razor NOUN: A rule in science and philosophy stating that entities should not be multiplied needlessly. This rule is interpreted to mean that the simplest of two or more competing theories is preferable and that an explanation for unknown phenomena should first be attempted in terms of what is already known. Also called law of parsimony.