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Poem for Monday, Baltimore, Chanukah


In drear nighted December
By John Keats

In drear nighted December,
   Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember
   Their green felicity—
The north cannot undo them
With a sleety whistle through them
Nor frozen thawings glue them
   From budding at the prime.

In drear-nighted December,
   Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
   Apollo's summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
   About the frozen time.

Ah! would 'twere so with many
   A gentle girl and boy—
But were there ever any
   Writh'd not of passed joy?
The feel of not to feel it,
When there is none to heal it
Nor numbed sense to steel it,
   Was never said in rhyme.

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Quickie as we have had a very busy day! We went to Baltimore, met up with Denise, and visited the "It's a Wonderful Life" exhibit at the Howard Peters Rawlings Conservatory (where we met Baltimore Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake, and discovered that the greenhouse is named after her father). After that, we all went next door to the Maryland Zoo to see the new Penguin Coast exhibit with our kids as well as all the African and Arctic animals (we had the zoo practically to ourselves and pretty much all the animals were awake and active, especially the lion cubs who were extremely rambunctious and adorable).

Then we came home, connected with Adam's girlfriend, and went to my parents' to celebrate Chanukah, which involved huge amounts of food and some presents. After that, since we may go see The Battle of the Five Armies tomorrow, we watched the last hour and a half of the extended edition of The Desolation of Smaug so that those present who had not seen it could catch up! I will post zoo pictures soon, but since I did not have time to crop them, nor to watch a single minute of the very sad Ravens game which we missed visiting actual Baltimore ravens, here are Chanukah photos plus one from the conservatory:









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