One tenacious rose in my yard has decided to flower now, late in the season, with the snow falling on top of the deep yellow-gold flower. It reminded me of Robert Herrick's poem, largely because it seems to argue against Herrick's urgency. Just as flowers can sometimes surprise us with beauty out of season, so can life!
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
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Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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