The Little Review (littlereview) wrote,
The Little Review

Poem for Monday, Frying Pan Farm and Meadowlark Gardens, Westworld

Spring, the Sweet Spring
By Thomas Nashe

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
            Spring, the sweet spring!


Our Sunday plans changed a lot from what we had planned, though it ended up being almost all for the better! Adam decided to stay here after coming to dinner with his grandparents and uncle on Saturday night, so instead of going to Brookside Gardens to see the tulips on a day predicted to be very crowded because of an Earth Day event, we went to Frying Pan Farm Park to see the piglets, lambs, kids, and calves born recently. Then we went to Meadowlark Gardens to see the remaining cherry blossoms and daffodils plus the tulips and all the turtles, frogs, herons, geese, koi, and other animals. (Maddy had to work.)

2018-04-22 15.20.03


2018-04-22 15.25.18

2018-04-22 16.13.23

2018-04-22 16.18.33




2018-04-22 16.20.29

Adam wanted to stay into the evening to see the season premiere of Westworld, so we picked up dinner on the way home -- Cava for me, California Tortilla for the men -- and we caught Adam up on some of the Last Week Tonight episodes he had missed (taxes, Russell Crowe's divorce auction) before Westworld started. There's a scene at the beginning that is really hard to watch (you are so evil, Luke Hemsworth, after I spent all of last season expecting you to turn out to be a host) but there are still amazing things going on and the issues of complicity in gender-race-slavery are still at the forefront. Great show!

  • Greetings from the Canal

    It rained early in the morning on Friday and again in the afternoon -- the first thunderstorm of the season, which displeased the kittens so much…

  • Poem for Friday and Canal Thursday

    Letter Beginning with Two Lines by Czesław Miłosz By Matthew Olzmann You whom I could not save, Listen to me. Can we agree Kevlar backpacks…

  • Poem for Thursday and McCrillis Flowers

    A Violin at Dusk By Lizette Woodworth Reese Stumble to silence, all you uneasy things, That pack the day with bluster and with fret. For here…

  • Post a new comment


    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded