From 'Cape Hatteras'
By Hart Crane
Breathe deep, mine eyes, the frosty saga of eternal suns
From unseen depths and dreams undreamt,
I sing the gleaming cantos of unvanquished space
By thought I embrace the universal
With wings of mind I sail the infinitude
Glory! 'tis the stars which beckon man's spirit and set our souls adrift!
Though it was quite hot on Saturday, so we were late getting started and did a bunch of morning chores, Annmarie came over for eggwiches by apaulled, then the three of us went to Claude Moore Colonial Farm for the summer colonial fair. We didn't do much shopping -- we smelled all the soaps and looked at the costumes, but only bought fans and small jewelry -- but we had bread, cheese, and ginger beer, and we got to see piglets, chickens, turkeys, geese, and a cow hiding in the woods.
On the way home, we stopped for ice cream at Baskin Robbins since we were warm and sticky. After Annmarie went home, apaulled and I went out to get kitty litter and ended up having dinner nearby at Lebanese Taverna (I had collected enough stamps for a free platter). We walked around a bit before coming home and watching Orphan Black and Breaking Through the Clouds, a documentary about the first Women's National Air Derby that is so much better than the History Channel's Amelia Earhart crack!