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Poem for Thursday and Homestead Animals

Sonnet 21
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem "a cuckoo-song," as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
Belovčd, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt’s pain
Cry, "Speak once more—thou lovest!" Who can fear
Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll,
Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year?
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me—toll
The silver iterance!—only minding, Dear,
To love me also in silence with thy soul.


Daniel and I both had dentist appointments on Wednesday -- him for his twice-yearly checkup, me to have a crown put on a chipped tooth. Afterwards we went to Lebanese Taverna for lunch and stopped in a couple of stores in Congressional to buy necessities. Somehow in discussing religion on Reddit we wound up discussing Q on Star Trek, so we came home and watched the Q episodes of Voyager which were the only ones son had never seen.

We had a huge thunderstorm late in the afternoon, which made the chipmunks all race around unhappily, though Adam insisted on biking to tennis in the rain. After dinner we discovered that Alien was on cable and since neither son had ever seen it, we watched it, reconfirming my belief that I do not want to see Prometheus on the big screen -- I don't like haunted house stories whether they're in cabins in the woods or aboard spaceships! Here are animals at Homestead Farm last weekend:


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